cottonless

Updated: May 5, 2025

One afternoon, when I had listened, it was impossible not to listen, with cottonless ears, and then laughed and listened again, with an idle pen in my hand, during a particularly spirited and personal conversation, I reached for my hat, and, taking blotting-book and all under my arm, I resolutely fled further temptation, and walked out past the fragrant green garden and up the dusty road.

Sarah Orne Jewett - The Country of the Pointed Firs