“If she had only been able to touch him, they might perhaps have pooled their secrets and discovered the reason for human confusion. But as that wasn't possible, she went outside, into the garden.”

— Patrick White , book The Burnt Ones

"Dead Roses"
The Burnt Ones (1964)

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English-born Australian writer 1912–1990

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