“Deceit is this world's passport: who would dare,
However pure the breast, to lay it bare?”
Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist
Title poem
The Venetian Bracelet (1829)
“That the world was silent and cold and bare and that in this lay its terrible beauty”
— David Guterson, book Snow Falling on Cedars
Source: Snow Falling on Cedars
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