Rebecca West Quote

The aged are terrible — mere heaps of cinders on the grass from which none can tell how tall the flames once were or what company gathered round them.

The Judge (1922)

The aged are terrible — mere heaps of cinders on the grass from which none can tell how tall the flames once were or what company gathered round...

The aged are terrible — mere heaps of cinders on the grass from which none can tell how tall the flames once were or what company gathered round...

The aged are terrible — mere heaps of cinders on the grass from which none can tell how tall the flames once were or what company gathered round...

The aged are terrible — mere heaps of cinders on the grass from which none can tell how tall the flames once were or what company gathered round...