“She owned, as I had put it to her, his heart. She had that and everything else–if she could only believe it. What I had to tell her was that in the whole world there was no one who ever would need his heart, his mind, his hand. It was a common fate, and yet it seemed an awful thing to say of any man.”
Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim (courtesy of The Rat)
Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City
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