The psyche is a strange unfunny place; it tends, when unveiled, to be ugly, or silly, or dumb, or childish, or really evil. Where do the generosities lie concealed—those virtues too shy to be ordinarily seen?
William H. Gass, “A Kink in His Crock”
The psyche is a strange unfunny place; it tends, when unveiled, to be ugly, or silly, or dumb, or childish, or really evil. Where do the generosities lie concealed—those virtues too shy to be ordinarily seen?
William H. Gass, “A Kink in His Crock”