“His consolation was that at least he had known her as the world had not, and the pain of living without her was no more than a penalty he paid for the privilege of having been young with her. What once was life, he thought, is always life and he knew that her image would
preside in his intellect as a sort of measure and standard of brightness and repose.”
The Master Colm Tóibín
segunda-feira, 17 de março de 2014
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