With all the waxing (pun intended) about the so-called Supermoon, strong recall comes of The Lotus Eater by Somerset Maugham.
“It was full moon the first time I came to Capri,” he went on reflectively. “It might be the same moon as tonight.”
“It was, you know,” I smiled.He grinned.
Written in 1935, as some things never change. The moon, for example.
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