1991, with Kathleen Lindsley
14 pages with dustjacket, stapled
10.0 x 6.8 cm
(sample inner page shown)
£30.00
He who lives alone is always on sentry duty.
With a friend we are neither in company nor alone.
Friends who cannot speak each other’s language are spared the degradation of small talk.
Friendship is inclination, acquaintance geography.
The wind roaring in the night is both stranger and friend.
Two is solitude, three is a crowd.
Friends who seem to have deserted us may have deserted themselves.
Friends are placed beside each other in battle (Saint-Just).
When our friends leave us, they take away our shores.
1991, with Kathleen Lindsley
14 pages with dustjacket, stapled
10.0 x 6.8 cm
(sample inner page shown)