Saturday, March 5, 2011

64. EVEN ...

64.
Even then, in those early days when I first sensed the whys and 
wherefores of human life, even then a strange disbelief crept 
into me, a sense that everything was useless, that even love, 
maybe, might be in vain and empty.

{Milena Milani, The Story of Anna Drei}

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