"In the still water of the fountains one saw the splash of human faces, ignited by these gold and scarlet stars as they rose hissing into heaven like thirsty swans." from Justine by Lawrence Durrell.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

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"A mysterious thing, this branching structure of life: one senses in every past instant a parting of ways, a "thus" and an "otherwise", with innumerable dazzling zigzags bifurcating and trifurcating against the dark background of the past."
Vladimir Nabokov


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