the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
Holy places are dark places. It is life and strength, not knowledge and words, that we get in them.
Holy wisdom is not clear and thin like water, but thick and dark like blood.

— Till We Have Faces, C.S. Lewis


@темы: with serpents for arms the lovers are the hydra of the tale