Tuesday, 2 May 2017

Quotes 2017 #122

"My father dug a dumpy about fifty yards from the huts and built a tin shed to cover it. We lived here for six months. We had colds that did not get better, we were 'steamed' with Friar's Balsam, my legs ached and I cried and cried, and the aunt from Dunedin visited and said Lottie how can you put up with it, and the world was of beetles, beetles crawling up the wall and along the ceiling and the floor and I said Look at the beetles and my mother said Where, and I pointed to them, and the aunt from Dunedin said, --- She's delirious. "

Janet Frame, Towards Another Summer.