Shelly: I shunned the face of man; all sound of joy or complacency was torture to me; solitude was my only consolation—deep, dark, deathlike solitude.
August 30, 2019 at 6:46pm
Moore: which is to say…
August 30, 2019 at 3:50pm
Goethe: instantly the gloom and madness which hung over me are dispersed, and I breathe freely again.
July 8, 2019 at 5:38pm