Tuesday, April 12, 2011
As Though They Were The Same Age
I have a nice room just around the corner from the Luxembourg gardens, where I can sit and write and watch the children. Everything in the gardens is for children—its beautiful the way the French love their babies. They treat children as though they were the same age as the grown-ups—they walk along the street together, a man or a woman and a child, talking and laughing together as though they were the same age.
Selected Letter of William Faulkner, edited by Joseph Blotner, Random House, 1977, p. 13.