the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“And when I wake early I say to myself: Fight, fight.
If I could catch the feeling, I would: the feeling of the singing of the real world;
the sense that comes to me of being bound on a perpetual adventure —
of being strangely free to do anything”
— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry
If I could catch the feeling, I would: the feeling of the singing of the real world;
the sense that comes to me of being bound on a perpetual adventure —
of being strangely free to do anything”
— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry