henryswinters:There is to me about this place a smell of rot, the smell of rot that ripe fruit makes
henryswinters:There is to me about this place a smell of rot, the smell of rot that ripe fruit makes. Nowhere, ever, have the hideous mechanics of birth and copulation and death - those monstrous upheavals of life that the Greeks call miasma, defilement - been so brutal or been painted up to look so pretty; have so many people put so much faith in lies and mutability and death death death.The Secret History | Donna Tartt -- source link
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