“The circle of light made by the lamp on the ceiling reminded her of the illnesses of her chil
“The circle of light made by the lamp on the ceiling reminded her of the illnesses of her childhood, when, as now, she had lain and watched the worn hands of humble folk stitching away at coarse calico. One secret, at least, had been revealed to her, that beneath the thick crust of our actions the heart of the child remains unchanged, for the heart is not subject to the effects of time. At forty-five she had become once more a little girl who was afraid of the dark and could be comforted by the presence of her nurse.”Francois Mauriac, The End Of the Night -- source link
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