The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried ali — Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence

The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried ali — Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence

The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried ali — Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence

The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried ali — Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence

The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried ali — Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence

The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future.

— Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence

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