«The place you will come to may be black, something you would disown, but if you have found yourself there, that is so far home; you will either domesticate that, naturalize yourself there, or you will recover nothing.» (Stanley Cavell) | setadespedida@yahoo.co.uk

domingo, 9 de dezembro de 2007

And still counting

Lear's limericks often evoke wonder as a response to the world. Here the young lady of Firle stares ecstatically out of the picture, her hands are open, her arms outflung, and her hair embraces the world.

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