21 January 2010

"Poor straws! on the dark flood we catch awhile,
Cling, and are borne into the night apart."

-Rupert Chawner Brooke
Mutability
1913

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"I don't belong anywhere. ... It doesn't matter, there I am, like one of those straws which floats around the edge of a whirlpool and is gradually sucked into the centre, the dead centre ..."

-Ella Gwendolen Rees Williams (Jean Rhys)
Good Morning, Midnight
1939

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