of George Meredith
His style is chaos illumined by flashes of lightning. As a writer he has mastered everything except language.
of George Meredith
His style is chaos illumined by flashes of lightning. As a writer he has mastered everything except language.
Epitaph When I am dead i hope that it may be said "His sins were scarlet, but his books were…
It is reason and wisdom which takes away cares, not places affording wide views over the sea.
If the creator had a purpose in equipping us with a neck, he surely meant us to stick it out.