Almanac: Colette on solitude
"Only, well…There are days when solitude, for someone my age, is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall." Colette, The Vagabond (trans. Enid McLeod)
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