Quiet Days in Clichy
Oh my. Here we go again.
I bought a copy of Henry Miller’s World Of Sex for a dollar. I wasn’t looking for it but it found me. I can’t carry it with me to read because the brittle pages are disintegrating but it provides for an enjoyable read in the comfort of my home every evening.
I need to stop reading and re-reading…
Tags: Books, Excellence, genius, henry miller, Writing
