Carolina QuotesWords — I wonder if you can realize how much I love them. You are too much preoccupied with mere things and ideas and people to understand the full beauty of words. Your mind is not a literary mind.
Aldous Huxley Connected to the Carolinas
Source
Ch. 20 (Denis)
- work
- Crome Yellow (1921)
- year
- 1921
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“Words — I wonder if you can realize how much I love them. Yo…” Aldous Huxley. Carolina Quotes, record CQ-78A5CC9803. https://carolinaquotes.com/quote/78a5cc9803
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