"Only, well…There are days when solitude, for someone my age, is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall." Colette, The Vagabond (trans. Enid McLeod)
SOURCE: ArtsJournal at 07:00AM on October 29, 2015