A review by xengisa
The Moon and Sixpence by W. Somerset Maugham

5.0

Read this because it was mentioned a lot in "No One Writes Back".

I think your tired soul sought rest in a woman's arms, and when you found no rest there you hated her. You had no pity for her, because you have no pity for yourself. And you killed her out of fear, because you trembled still at the danger you had barely escaped.