August 2009
67 posts
“I feel like being in a cocoon.
A fine thread of silk
Wound millions of...”
– H.K.Fleming
“His needs turn out to be quite light, after all, light and fleeting, like those of a butterfly.
No emotion, or none but the deepest, the most unguessed-at: a ground-bass of contentedness, like the hum of traffic that lulls the city dweller to sleep, or like the silence of the night to countryfolk.”
Disgrace, J.M. Coetzee
