When I am dead, I hope it may be said:
‘His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.’
When I am dead, I hope it may be said:
‘His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.’
“He arose laden with doubt as to how he should begin. He looked back at the bed where the grindstone lay. He looked out at the world, the most famous experimental prison of its time. Beyond the torture stakes he could see, nothing. Yet he could see.”
Anne Carson | “Short Talk on the King and His Courage”