The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.


The Stevenson Reader: Selected Passages from the Works of Robert Louis Stevenson (ed. 1898)


The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.

The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.

The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.

The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.