As for the slow movement, I thought it would never end. It was like being in such a slow train with so many stops that one becomes convinced that one has passed one's station.
The Diaries of Sylvia Townsend Warner (1995)
As for the slow movement, I thought it would never end. It was like being in such a slow train with so many stops that one becomes convinced that one has passed one's station.
The Diaries of Sylvia Townsend Warner (1995)