Report, if you have a problem with this page“ I am sure you would not understand if I told you my father is delightfully clear and selfish, tender and lying, formal and incurable. He exhausts all the loves given to him. If I did not leave his house at night to warm myself in Rango's burning hands I would die at my task, arid and barren, sapless, while my father monologues about his past, and I yawn yawn yawn... ”
Anaïs Nin
From : The Four-Chambered Heart: V3 in Nin's Continuous Novel
