It was nearly five o'clock. The gravel lay hot in the sun-shine and the grass had dried up round the young trees, which cast no shadow. Overhead great white clouds drifted in the pitiless blue. The house looked at me through its two rows of windows on the ground floor, and the glass glittered in the sun.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Cosmos - pg. 34
Labels: Witold Gombrowicz
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