Charles Baudelaire Quotes
Our squalid society rushed, Narcissus to a man, to gaze on its trivial image on a scrap of metal.
Our squalid society rushed, Narcissus to a man, to gaze on its trivial image on a scrap of metal. (Charles Baudelaire)
Our squalid society rushed, Narcissus to a man, to gaze on its trivial image on a scrap of metal.