Friday, July 20, 2012

a gem in The Little Hours

This is the time the swooning soul hangs pendant and vertiginous between the new day and the old, nor dares confront the one or summon back the other. This is the time when all things, known and hidden, are iron to weight the spirit; when all ways, traveled or virgin, fall away from the stumbling feet, when all before the straining eyes is black.
--Dorothy Parker then balanced by La Rochefoucauld.

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