I thought: pity the poor in spirit who know neither the enchantment nor the beauty of language.
I thought: pity the poor in spirit who know neither the enchantment nor the beauty of language.
Thinking back on it, this evening, with my heart and my stomach all jelly, I have finally concluded, maybe that's what life is about: there's a lot of despair, but also the odd moment of beauty, where time is no longer the same. It's as if those strains of music created a sort of interlude in time, something suspended, an elsewhere that had come to us, an always within a never.
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