![]() |
As much as we look to the future, one always grows toward the past, in search, perhaps, of the first amazement. And those California beach towns, still with an air of bohemian retirement, would captivate my soul forever. We can't go home again, but time can't wreck the perfection of our unrealistic reveries. Joan Longas in "Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again" |