“She read on and on, enraptured. She could not understand half, but it excited her oddly, like words in a foreign language sung to a beautiful air. She followed the poem vaguely as she followed the Latin in her missal,… — Antonia White Copy Share Image
“She read on and on, enraptured. She could not understand half, but it excited her oddly, like words in a foreign language sung to… — Antonia White Copy Share Image
It's only a dogma that hells exists; it isn't a dogma that there's anybody in it. — Antonia White Copy Share Image
