The quote is an excerpt from an article in The New Yorker (May, 1942). It's about a woman building a massive quilt made from articles once owned by (sometimes subjectively) famous people. This is the last line from the short piece and the prose of it just stuck with me. Not sure if it was a common term back in the 40's, but I felt it needed a bit of a spotlight.
20" x 24" digital archival print.