The hill of St. Cloud rises up before me on the left, the trees are bending over me to shadow me, the way is smooth and never-ending. It is full sunlight and the roads extend in every direction, and all the roads are downhill. I would not level the road nor remove any of the bumps. I have marked all the spots in passing: to retrace my thoughts I have only to retrace my journey, re-feel these bumps. --Henry Miller, from Black Spring Jeanne Dunn: from the Tangle Trees Series Several years ago, in ...
The hill of St. Cloud rises up before me on the left, the trees are bending over me to shadow me, the way is smooth and never-ending. It is full sunlight and the roads extend in every direction, and all the roads are downhill. I would not level the road nor remove any of the bumps. I have marked all the spots in passing: to retrace my thoughts I have only to retrace my journey, re-feel these bumps. --Henry Miller, from Black Spring Jeanne Dunn: from the Tangle Trees Series Several years ago, in ...
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