Friday, 15 July 2011

Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller

"Going back in a flash over the women I've known. It's like a chain which I've forged out of my own misery. Each one bound to the other." -Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer (1934)
 
I need money to buy this book because someone that I knew who owned "her" won't even let me touch "her" while in his possession. Smile. 

Well my salary didn't pay enough, and the photography things still didn't pay yet. So it's mean that I'll have to wait a little bit longer.

Anyone out there with extra money?

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