#sweeps

In everyone there sleeps. A sense of life lived according to love. To some it means the difference they could make. By loving others, but across most it sweeps. As all they might have done had they been loved. That nothing cures. ↗

— Philip Larkin

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The theatre is a gross art, built in sweeps and over-emphasis. Compromise is its second name. ↗

— Enid Bagnold

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#built #compromise #gross #name #second