A SENTENCE BY H. RIDER HAGGARD

January 29, 2011

Like a storm-driven bird at night we fly out of Nowhere; for a moment our wings are seen in the light of the fire, and, lo! we are gone again into the Nowhere.

That about sums it up, wouldn’t you agree? H., . to his friends, wrote one of my all time favorites, SHE. (who must, of course, be obeyed.)

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