Nature, my dear sir, is only an hypothesis.
Nature, my dear sir, is only an hypothesis.
“Remembering little things the way you can’t not remember some larger ones — now that’s confusing, the way I put it. Animal smell of the sun on the earth at the exposed root of an outstanding sweet white oak that now belonged to us; or on the other hand my mother and father’s parallel love of life, I suppose.”
Joseph McElroy | “Character”