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On Ecstasy

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Came across this quote the other day:
Ecstasy doesn't last. But it cuts a groove for something that does last.
--E.M. Forster

Yet another reason to love that writer...
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Anonymous said…
Nice beginning!
9:39 PM
Yewtree said…
Good quote. My favourite E.M. Forster quote is "Only connect".
5:35 AM
Bright Crow said…
Gorgeous!

Forster is Senior Witch's favorite author, so I'll have to tell her about this one.

Michael
5:15 PM
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