I have a sad misgiving that I shall never find any consolation in life save in music.
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I have a sad misgiving that I shall never find any consolation in life save in music.
“It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional. This may have nothing to do with the acts we have committed, or the humors we do go in and out of. It may be only the room — a cube — having no persuasive powers of its own. The room simply is. To occupy it, and find a metaphor there for memory, is our own fault.”
Thomas Pynchon | V.