…but for the study itself, give me a small snug place, almost entirely walled with books. There should be only one window in it, looking upon trees.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded…
I blame the scapegoats.
Two Cures for Love 1) Don't see him. Don't phone or write a letter. 2) The easy way: get to…