Can and cannot
September 20, 2012
You can see the sun, when you can bear the ferocity of it splendour:
deponti to the world
You can see the sun, when you can bear the ferocity of it splendour:
I was re-re-re-re-reading “Emma” by Jane Austen, and impressed afresh by her wit and observation…but this time around, I decided to google for the unfinished and unexplained riddle that Mr Woodhouse keeps referring to:
A review of “An Evening with Anton Chekhov” by rafiki and TFA: