Wednesday, February 4, 2015

The promise of rest

Wednesday, February 4, 2015



…I shut my eyes and she was again the same as she used to be: she was the hiss of steam, the clink of a cup, she was a certain hour of the night and the promise of rest.

~ Graham Greene, The Quiet American, 1955

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