Voisinpa heittäytyä maanantaiaamuna eteisen lattialle ja vetää kolmevuotiaan raivarit
“I felt like a racehorse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly confronted by Wall Street and a business suit, his days of glory shrunk to a little gold cup on his mantel with a date engraved on it like the date on a tombstone.” – Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar […]