“Long past sunset an old blind woman sat on a camp-stool with her back to the stone wall of the Union of London and Smith’s Bank, clasping a brown mongrel tight in her arms and singing out loud, not for… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“I'm far from fat, but her using me as a sounding board on this topic is like me complaining to a blind woman that I have to wear contacts.” — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
