He was prisoned in thought. Memory, like a horrible malady, was eating his soul away.
It is the malady of our age that the young are so busy teaching us that they have no time left to learn.
All pain is one malady with many names.
He was prisoned in thought. Memory, like a horrible malady, was eating his soul away.
It is the malady of our age that the young are so busy teaching us that they have no time left to learn.
All pain is one malady with many names.