"But I was in search of love in those days, and I went full of curiosity and the faint, unrecognized apprehension that here, at last, I should find that low door in the wall, which others, I knew, had found before me, which opened on an enclosed and enchanted garden, which was somewhere, not overlooked by any window, in the heart of that grey city."

Evelyn Waugh in BRIDESHEAD REVISITED and
Posted here to save and savor.

I'm driven to read Brideshead...so I ordered a used copy.

The ever growing stack of books to my left best not topple, it might crush me.

Still deciding on the subject matter for this journal. Memoir? Creative writing?