Agreeable eye.

an eudæmonistarchives

greene dreams

I was working one day for a poetry competition and had written one line – ‘Beauty makes crime noble’ – when I was interrupted by a criticism flung at me from behind by T.S. Eliot. ‘What does that mean? How can crime be noble?’ He had, I noticed, grown a mustache.

– Graham Greene
A World of My Own, p. 10


::

ego hoc feci mm–MMXIX · cc 2000–2019 M.F.C.