The agonies, the mad midnight moments,
must, in the course of nature, die away.
Just this apathy, this dead flatness?…
Does grief finally subside
into boredom tinged by faint nausea?
But what will follow?
C. S. LEWIS
The agonies, the mad midnight moments,
must, in the course of nature, die away.
Just this apathy, this dead flatness?…
Does grief finally subside
into boredom tinged by faint nausea?
But what will follow?
C. S. LEWIS