Perpetual spring, the flare of adventure in the blood, the impulse of men who packed Virgil with their bean-bags on the overland… — William Henry Irwin Copy Share Image
Like gluttony or drunkenness, hatred seems an agreeable vice when you practice it yourself, but disgusting when observed in others. — William Henry Irwin Copy Share Image
Perpetual spring, the flare of adventure in the blood, the impulse of men who packed Virgil with their bean-bags on the overland journey, conspired~… — William Henry Irwin Copy Share Image
There's a sweet nirvana, Stirring on a jazzy, North Beach night — William Henry Irwin Copy Share Image
