“ When I realize that she is gone, perhaps gone forever, a great void opens up and I feel that I am falling, falling, falling into deep, black space. And this is worse than tears, deeper than regret or pain or sorrow; it is the abyss into which Satan was plunged. There is no climbing back, no ray of light, no sound of human voice or human touch of hand. ”
Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer (1934). copy citation
Author | Henry Miller |
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Source | Tropic of Cancer |
Topic | sorrow falling void |
Date | 1934 |
Language | English |
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