True rebels after all, are as rare as true lovers, and in both cases, to mistake a fever for passion can destroy one’s life.
True rebels after all, are as rare as true lovers, and in both cases, to mistake a fever for passion can destroy one’s life.
“A world I did not wish to enter
Took me and poised me on my centre,
Made me grimace, and foot, and prance,
As cats on hot bricks have to dance
Strange jigs to keep them from the floor,
Till they sink down and feel no more.”
Thomas Hardy | “A Necessitarian’s Epitaph”