"Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past—sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or t...
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