Monday, December 7, 2015
"Were they dreaming? What were they dreaming about? The answer is 'Nothing whatever'; incuriously and with vacant and passive pleasure the minutes poured through them like sand in an hourglass that had no hours."
From Chapter Seven
Posted by usedbuyer 2.0 at 12:04 AM
Labels: Daily Dose, Dreams, memoirs, Quotations, V. S. Pritchett
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