Carolina QuotesBeauty for some provides escape, Who gain a happiness in eyeing The gorgeous buttocks of the ape Or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.
Aldous Huxley Connected to the Carolinas
Source
"Ninth Philosopher's Song"
- work
- Leda (1920)
- year
- 1920
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“Beauty for some provides escape, Who gain a happiness in eye…” Aldous Huxley. Carolina Quotes, record CQ-12769A2E64. https://carolinaquotes.com/quote/12769a2e64
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