… that moment of evening when the light and the darkness are so evenly balanced that the constraint of day and the suspense of night neutralise each other, leaving absolute mental liberty. It is then that the plight of being alive becomes attenuated to its least possible dimensions.
Pure poetry. Pure genius to write like that.
Somе genuinely supeb infοrmation, Glad I noticed this.
“The true republic men, their rights and nothing more women, their rights and nothing less.” by Franklin P.
Adams.