throbed

Updated: June 9, 2025

So, sitting there in my room, while the sea throbed in tireless beats against the shore, while the light faded and the stars issued, one by one, like a rash on the Face of the sky, I told mother of my dreams. I intended, I said, to write Life as it realy is, and not as supposed to be. "It may in places be, ugly" I said, "but Truth is my banner. The Truth is never ugly, because it is real.

Mary Roberts Rinehart - Bab: a Sub-Deb