Knowledge would be fatal. It is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful.
One may lose one#s way.
All ways end at the same point, my dear Gladys.
What is that?
Disillusion.
Knowledge would be fatal. It is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful.
One may lose one#s way.
All ways end at the same point, my dear Gladys.
What is that?
Disillusion.