• Now and then, when I look round on my books, they seem to waver as if a wind rippled their solid mass, and another world were about to break through.

    George MacDonald: Now and then, when I look round on my books, they seem to waver as if a wind rippled their solid mass, and another world were about to break through.
    George MacDonald (2015). “Lilith”, p.282, Booklassic