Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh
…but the artist is an eternal type, solid, purposeful, observant – and beneath it all, p-p-assionate, eh, Charles?
(pág. 53)
Charm is the great English blight. It does not exist outside this damp islands. It spots and kills anything it touches. It kills love, it kills art, I greatly fear, my dear Charles, it has killed you.
(pág. 260)
Etiquetas: Brideshead Revisited