If I’d stayed there, would I always have been happy? No, I suppose not. People grow older, die, and in the bright belief that there will always be another marvelous thing around each corner fades. It is now or never; we must snatch at happiness as it flies.
J.L. Carr’s novella “A Month in the Country” packs very little action but a whole lot of poetry in…
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