If during the next million generations there is but one human being born in every generation who will not cease to inquire into the nature of his fate, even while it strips and bludgeons him, some day we shall read the riddle of our universe.
The wildly underappreciated Rebecca West, born on this day in 1892, on survival through trying times. (via explore-blog)
so glad one of my favorite blogs is active again
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