If nothing were substituted for everything, it would still be too much and too little.
If nothing were substituted for everything, it would still be too much and too little.
“Our ferry’s crossing seemed to be taking longer than usual. From what we could remember of previous crossings, this seemed longer to us. Otherwise, matters proceeded in their usual fashion and things appeared to be the same, with none of us entertaining the notion that we hadn’t wanted to come.”
Joy Williams | “This Time”