Another odd typesetting error, this time from the Bantam Classics pressing of Charlotte Brontë’s Villette.
Nothing more to say here except it’s fun to read Brontë or Jansson in unintentional Burroughsian cut-up mode and it’s weird I’ve come across the opportunity twice in a month.
“To-morrow you will live, you always cry;
In what far country does this morrow lie,
That ’tis so mighty long ere it arrive?
Beyond the Indies does this morrow live?
‘Tis so far fetch’d this morrow, that I fear
‘Twill be both very old and very dear.
To-morrow I will live, the fool does say;
To0-day itself’s too late, the wise liv’d yesterday.”
Abraham Cowley | After the Latin of Martial
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