The result of literature infiltrating and winding itself so intrinsically around the mind as to be no longer distinctly distinguishable: the original and the implanted.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Little Women
From Friedrich to Jo:
Your heart understood mine. In the depth of that fragrant night, I listened with ravished soul to your beloved voice. Your heart understood mine.
Jo, there is so much more to you than this, if you have the courage to write it.