“Sometimes he talked of his father, whom he hated with a hatred that was burningly close to love, of his mother, whom he loved with a love that was keenly close to hatred, or to revolt.”
D.H Lawrence The Rainbow
I wonder what time it is what of it.
“Sometimes he talked of his father, whom he hated with a hatred that was burningly close to love, of his mother, whom he loved with a love that was keenly close to hatred, or to revolt.”
D.H Lawrence The Rainbow
