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sriq's review
"Proverbs, which are nothing more than collective, prefabricated syllogisms, tend to fail in light of the capricious idiosyncrasies of these people. The obtuse proverb that could apply here might read: he who beats a dead horse falls on his own sword."
"The stains from the drops of fluid the insects released would glow for hours with pale phosporescence."
"I still remember the funny and obscene stories they used to tell. They were so perfect and terrible that I've never told them myself, for I refuse to spoil them."
"These woods seemed alien to me; their trees were younger than I."
"The stains from the drops of fluid the insects released would glow for hours with pale phosporescence."
"I still remember the funny and obscene stories they used to tell. They were so perfect and terrible that I've never told them myself, for I refuse to spoil them."
"These woods seemed alien to me; their trees were younger than I."
jasminenoack's review
lighthearted
sad
medium-paced
4.0
“misanthropy is a kind of humanism; humanism is also a kind of misanthropy”
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