November 2010
6 posts
‘ So long as Colin shut himself up in his room and thought only of his fears and his weakness and his detestation of people who looked at him and reflected hourly on lumps and early death, he was a hysterical, half-crazy hypochondriac who knew nothing of the sunshine and spring, and also did not know that he could get well and stand upon his feet if he tried to do it. When new, beautiful...
’ I’ve got to get myself out of here, this place is filled with dirty old men… ‘