She recognized in them desires which, until now, had gone unexpressed in her. July 27, 2017 ~ P.N. If one had no desire unexpressed, no wish unfulfilled, would books then lose all charm? Midnight and a book read by yellow light: a door and its hinges, slightly ajar. Loss is a little room we like to pace in. Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Published by P.N. Enough about me. View all posts by P.N.