A day in need of a Klimt.
A day badly in need of a Klimt.
A day that can’t, in fact, do without
image: Gustav Klimt, The Birch Wood
“The Moving Finger writes, and having writ, Moves on,”
“nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”
“Sometimes the physical and emotional chronology of maturation got out of synch with mental maturity, and that could lead to frustration and tears.”