Behaving badly
He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged with existence To the Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf Gin […]
He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged with existence To the Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf Gin […]
A woman is as young as her knees Mary Quant * I somehow think that Ms Quant had something else in mind when she said that – more to do […]