I used to analyze things in critical terms, of revolution; now I do it in terms of mutation.
I used to analyze things in critical terms, of revolution; now I do it in terms of mutation.
“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”