incarcerated in a hollow space devoid of freedom and fulfillment, I am shadowed with an uncertainty of
whether you are the rotten flowers blooming on noxious soils, with their ominous tendrils looming to strangle and bedevil me, … 38 more words
Check out this note of Henry Miller calling Dali a prick:
Priceless. By the same token, apparently Henry Miller was a douche.
Kickin’ it old-school with some Henry James re-reading.
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I scarce know how to put my story into words that shall be a credible picture of my state of mind; but I was in these days literally able to find a joy in the extraordinary flight of heroism the occasion demanded of me.