Wednesday, June 22, 2005

"Whenever she felt lost in the endless deserts of insomnia she would take up the labyrinthian thread of her life again from the beginning to see if she could find at what moment the paths had become confused"(Anais Nin. A Spy in the House of Love.)


:: note :: . . . spectacular night thunderstorm . . . insomnia . . . disturbing dream . . . this bantam paperback has survived every move from teen to beyond half century . . . have started a process of reviewing the books that have followed me . . .