"The word 'time' split its husk; poured its riches over him; and from his lips fell like shells, like shavings from a plane, without his making them, hard, white, imperishable words, and flew to attach themselves to their places in an ode to Time; an immortal ode to Time." -Mrs.Dalloway, Virginia Woolf
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Re: Typewriter Procrastination
My typewriter:
Thought I should include it since I made a whole typewriter appreciation post.
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