From Misery
Sitting there, head thrown back, face shiny with sweat, hair plastered to his forehead....
'There may be fairies, there may be elves, but God helps those who help themselves.'
and the section about Wordsworth's criterion about writing good poetry. There's heaps more, but..
Sitting there, head thrown back, face shiny with sweat, hair plastered to his forehead....
'There may be fairies, there may be elves, but God helps those who help themselves.'
and the section about Wordsworth's criterion about writing good poetry. There's heaps more, but..