/ A heap of broken images,
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘥
T. S. Eliot 1922
It was a virtue not to stay,
To go our headstrong and heroic way
Seeking her out at the volcano's head,
Among pack ice, or where the track had faded
Robert Graves
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴
It was a virtue not to stay,
To go our headstrong and heroic way
Seeking her out at the volcano's head,
Among pack ice, or where the track had faded
Robert Graves
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴
"I am a very boring and unpleasant man, drowned in literature... But I love you."
- Vladimir Nabokov
𝘓𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘢
"I am a very boring and unpleasant man, drowned in literature... But I love you."
- Vladimir Nabokov
𝘓𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘢