In this novel I discovered, nearly a century after its publication, a kindred spirit, for spirits know no such thing as time.
In this novel I discovered, nearly a century after its publication, a kindred spirit, for spirits know no such thing as time.
It seems that the human world has fallen prey to repression and suicidal madness, to what Freud called the “death drive.”
…sometimes the third Thursday of the month if the moonlight was complementary to Ruth’s complexion.