Nov 26
You can’t carry on like this, it is not right, you will find that out soon enough, everything you do matters too much,” and as he said that, dragging me through the lobby of that theatre, into the cold light, I woke up into the bleak winter morning on my twenty-first birthday, the window-sill shining with its lip of snow, and the morning already begun.
—Delmore Schwartz, from “In Dreams Begin Responsibilities”