Listen. I’m going to try one more time. I don’t promise anything will come of it, or that I won’t try to put it off for as long as possible.… And then when I’m finished perhaps I’ll be finished for good.
Listen. I’m going to try one more time. I don’t promise anything will come of it, or that I won’t try to put it off for as long as possible.… And then when I’m finished perhaps I’ll be finished for good.
“He stood beneath the white tower, and looked up at it with that mournful expression which his face always carried in repose: for one moment he thought of climbing up its cracked and broken stone, and then from its summit screaming down at the silent city as a child might scream at a chained animal.”
Peter Ackroyd | Hawksmoor