The imagination of each moment is only the concern to reveal, with each fresh blow of the chisel, the one and only hidden statue.
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The imagination of each moment is only the concern to reveal, with each fresh blow of the chisel, the one and only hidden statue.
“…he couldn’t have explained, to anyone, least of all a man fifty years old, even his uncle, how to assuage the heart’s thirst with the dusty chronicle of the past when not fifteen hundred miles away in England men not much older than he was were daily writing with their lives his own time’s deathless footnote.”
William Faulkner | “Knight’s Gambit”