No more for us the little sighing,
No more the winds at twilight trouble us.
Lo the fair dead!
No more for us the little sighing,
No more the winds at twilight trouble us.
Lo the fair dead!
“Everything about me is a contradiction, and so is everything about everybody else. We are made out of oppositions; we live between two poles. There’s a philistine and an aesthete in all of us, and a murderer and a saint. You don’t reconcile the poles. You just recognize them.”
Orson Welles