So we went to bed, assaulted by sleep that fumed at us from medicine glasses, or was wielded from small sweet-coated tablets -- dainty bricks of dream wrapped in the silk stockings of oblivion.
Janet FrameAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: new zealander
- Born: August 28, 1924
- Died: January 29, 2004
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