...I glance around at the nest we have made, at the floorboards polished by our bare feet, at the continents of stain on the ceiling like an old and all-wrong discoverer's map, at the earnestly bloated canvases I conscientiously cover with great streaks straining to say what even I am begining to suspect is the unsayable thing, and I grow frightened.
John UpdikeAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: March 18, 1932
- Died: January 27, 2009