There is a period in one's life - perhaps not longer than six months - when one lives in two worlds at once ... It is the time when one has freshly learned to read. The Word, till then a denominating aspect of the Thing, has suddenly become detached from it and is perceived as a glittering entity, transparent and unseizable as a jellyfish, yet able to create an independent world that is both more recondite and more instantaneously convincing than the world one knew before.
To think of losing is to lose already. - Sylvia Townsend Warner
To think of losing is to lose already.
- Sylvia Townsend Warner
There is a moral, of course, and like all morals it is better not pursued. - Sylvia Townsend Warner
There is a moral, of course, and like all morals it is better not pursued.
Happy is the day whose history is not written down. - Sylvia Townsend Warner
Happy is the day whose history is not written down.
Truth has beauty, power, and necessity. - Sylvia Townsend Warner
Truth has beauty, power, and necessity.
The fatal flaw of gravity; when you are down, everything falls down on you. - Sylvia Townsend Warner
The fatal flaw of gravity; when you are down, everything falls down on you.
One cannot overestimate the power of a good rancorous hatred on the part of the stupid. The stupid have so much more industry and energy to expend on… - Sylvia Townsend Warner
One cannot overestimate the power of a good rancorous hatred on the part of the stupid. The stupid have so much more industry and energy to expend on…
It is best as one grows older to strip oneself of possessions, to shed oneself downward like a tree, to be almost wholly earth before one dies. - Sylvia Townsend Warner
It is best as one grows older to strip oneself of possessions, to shed oneself downward like a tree, to be almost wholly earth before one dies.
Slowly, with a look of intense concentration, he got up and advanced on me ... put out a front paw, and stroked my cheek as I used to stoke his chops… - Sylvia Townsend Warner
Slowly, with a look of intense concentration, he got up and advanced on me ... put out a front paw, and stroked my cheek as I used to stoke his chops…
And another day is tucked under my wing. - Sylvia Townsend Warner
And another day is tucked under my wing.
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