
But I had no guess of it then as I sat writing by the fireside, in what seemed the spring-tides of a somewhat pedestrian inspiration; nor yet by day, after lunch, as I read aloud my morning's work to the family. It seemed to me original as sin; it seemed to belong to me like my right eye.
-Robert Louis Stevenson, quoted by Peter Turchi in Maps of the Imagination: The Writer as Cartographer
-Robert Louis Stevenson, quoted by Peter Turchi in Maps of the Imagination: The Writer as Cartographer
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"As original as sin."
Another beautiful photograph. How is it that you have more luck with Google images than I do? Come find me a picture of a boy with a bruise o his forehead and I will post for you.
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