But I was in search of love in those days, and I went full of curiosity and the faint, unrecognized apprehension that here, at last, I should find that low door in the wall, which others, I knew, had found before me, which opened on an enclosed and enchanted garden, which was somewhere, not overlooked by any window, in the heart of that grey city.

Evelyn Waugh

Mots clés brideshead-revisited

Aller à la citation

---

Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?

Evelyn Waugh

Mots clés brideshead-revisited

Aller à la citation

---

Page 1 de 1.

---

---