'as i get older, and nearer growing up, i often sit wondering here, and think how unfortunate it is for me that i can't reconcile you to home better than i am able to do. i don't know what other girls know. i can't play to you, or sing to you. i can't talk to you so as to lighten your mind, for i never see any amusing sights or read any amusing books that it would be a pleasure or a relief to you to talk about when you are tired.'
-- charles dickens, hard times
-- michelle tea, the chelsea whistle
0 Responses to “here in pleasantville”
Leave a Reply