‘How oddly this light suffuses the covered arcades which abound Paris in the vicinity of the main boulevards and which are rather disturbingly named passages, as though no one had the right to linger for more than an instant in those sunless corridors.’

Translated from Le Paysan de Paris

by Louis Aragon

‘O furious mad old man, I hold no substance that will fit your dream but I can give you airy space and scope for your delirium.’

w. faulkner