So black was the way ahead that my progress consisted of long periods of inert despondency punctuated by spasmodic lurches forward towards any small chink of light that I thought I saw...As the years went by, it did not get lighter but I became accustomed to the dark
Quentin CrispAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: english
- Born: December 25, 1908
- Died: November 21, 1999