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Jean Rhys
She could give...
She could give herself up to the written word as naturally as a good dancer to music or a fine swimmer to water. But...
The feeling of...
The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still. Like when they say, As it was in...
I like shape...
I like shape very much. A novel has to have shape, and life doesn't have any.
Age seldom arrives...
Age seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It's more often a succession of jerks.
I am sad,...
I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and one that is...
She could give...
She could give herself up to the written word as naturally as a good dancer to music or a fine swimmer to water. But...
The feeling of...
The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still. Like when they say, As it was in...
I like shape...
I like shape very much. A novel has to have shape, and life doesn't have any.
Age seldom arrives...
Age seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It's more often a succession of jerks.
I am sad,...
I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and one that is...