After a few months’ acquaintance with European “coffee,” one’s mind weakens, and his faith with it, and he begins to wonder if the rich beverage of home, with its clotted layer of yellow cream on top of it, is not a mere dream after all, and a thing which never existed. A Tramp Abroad
“To die hating them, that was freedom.” 1984
How charming it is that there are words and sounds: are not words and sounds rainbows and illusive bridges between things eternally separated? Thus Spoke Zarathustra
It seems to me that we all look at Nature too much, and live with her too little. De Profundis
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