The agreeable eye

an eudæmonistarchives

Crambe repetita (32)

If Paris had a feeling of its own in the air, so had England, but you only noticed it when you had been away. It was a feeling of damp, fresh security. Everything looked so right and so comfortably unexotic, like a cabbage.

—Monica Dickens
(Mariana, p. )


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