The winter passes and the warm winds of May made me long to wander again. The whistling of a locomotive on a still night had a lure, unexplainable, yet strong, like the light which leads a moth to destruction.
The winter passes and the warm winds of May made me long to wander again. The whistling of a locomotive on a still night had a lure, unexplainable, y… - Jim Tully
The winter passes and the warm winds of May made me long to wander again. The whistling of a locomotive on a still night had a lure, unexplainable, y…
- Jim Tully
Long patience and application saturated with your heart's blood-you will either write or you will not-and the only way to find out whether you will o… - Jim Tully
Long patience and application saturated with your heart's blood-you will either write or you will not-and the only way to find out whether you will o…
The imaginative young vagabond quickly loses the social instincts that help to make life bearable for other men. Always he hears voices calling in th… - Jim Tully
The imaginative young vagabond quickly loses the social instincts that help to make life bearable for other men. Always he hears voices calling in th…
Our world was brutal, immoral, smug and conventional. We had unbounded contempt for all those who did not sin as we sinned. - Jim Tully
Our world was brutal, immoral, smug and conventional. We had unbounded contempt for all those who did not sin as we sinned.
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