Monday, October 19, 2009

To have a wife who has a mind is considered not quite proper. To have a wife with a literary reputation nothing short of scandalous.

"Swifts, on a fine morning in May. Flying this way, that way, sailing around at a great height, perfectly happily. Then - one leaps onto the back of another, grasps tightly and forgetting to fly they both sink down and down, in a great dying fall, fathom after fathom, until the female utters a piercing cry...of ecstasy."

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