Human beings make a strange fauna and flora. From a distance they appear negligible; close up they are apt to appear ugly and malicious. More than anything they need to be surrounded with sufficient space -space even more than time.
The sun is rising. I feel this river flowing through me -its past, its ancient soil, the changing climate. The hills gently girdle about: its course is fixed.
"Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer, p. 318
Grove Weidenfeld, 1961 (1980)
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