The writer is the Faust of modern society, the only surviving individualist in a mass age. To his orthodox contemporaries he seems a semi-madman.
The writer is the Faust of modern society, the only surviving individualist in a mass age. To his orthodox contemporaries he seems a semi-madman.
What is laid down, ordered, factual is never enough to embrace the whole truth: life always spills over the rim of every cup.
Yet in the cowbarn life is burbling, steaming,
And the tines of pitchforks simply glow with health.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories