Then there will be no you left to criticise the mood, nor even to enjoy it, but just the grumble itself going on forever like a machine.
C. S. Lewis, The Great Divorce, p. 78
Then there will be no you left to criticise the mood, nor even to enjoy it, but just the grumble itself going on forever like a machine.
C. S. Lewis, The Great Divorce, p. 78