I am almost committing an indecency. I am trying to rip open the inconsolable secret in each of you—the secret which hurts so much that you take your revenge by calling it names like Nostalgia and Romanticism and Adolescence.
— C.S. Lewis
I am almost committing an indecency. I am trying to rip open the inconsolable secret in each of you—the secret which hurts so much that you take your revenge by calling it names like Nostalgia and Romanticism and Adolescence.
— C.S. Lewis