As we grow old we become more and more the stuff our forebears put into us.... We think we are so individual and so misunderstood when we are young; but the nature our strain of blood carries is inside there, waiting, like our skeleton.


My Mortal Enemy (1926)


As we grow old we become more and more the stuff our forebears put into us.... We think we are so individual and so misunderstood when we are young;...

As we grow old we become more and more the stuff our forebears put into us.... We think we are so individual and so misunderstood when we are young;...

As we grow old we become more and more the stuff our forebears put into us.... We think we are so individual and so misunderstood when we are young;...

As we grow old we become more and more the stuff our forebears put into us.... We think we are so individual and so misunderstood when we are young;...