Zora Neale Hurston: “I haven’t the wings, and must ride the tortoise.”
Thursday, September 7th, 2017
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“I shall try to lay my dreaming aside. Try hard, But Oh, if you knew my dreams! My vaulting ambition! How I constantly live in fancy in seven league boots, taking mighty strides against the world, but conscious all the time of being a mouse on a treadmill. Madness ensues. I am beside myself with chagrin half of the time; the way to the blue hills is not on tortoise back, it seems to me, but on wings. I haven’t the wings, and must ride the tortoise.”
– Zora Neale Hurston
in a letter to playwright Annie Nathan Meyer
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