“Boredom, the numbing, annual predictability of life hung over the staff like a cloud. And it was real boredom, not my modish ennui. From it flowed cant, hypocrisy, and the impotent rage of the old who know they have failed… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“I swing like a pendulum between the darkness and the light, sometimes it feels like gallows other times it feels like flight.” — Collette O'Mahony Copy Share Image
