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Histoire des Voyages,
“The forest had found a tongue, and the hounds were burning as with fire.”
Somehow I seemed to remember something which had never been.
Only those who can love strongly can experience an overwhelming grief. Yet their very need of loving sometimes serves to throw off their grief from them and to save them. The moral nature of man is more tenacious of life than the physical, and grief never kills.
With Mamma’s death the happy time of my childhood came to an end, and a new epoch — the epoch of my boyhood — began;
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A perennial and timeless story. The air and emotion of multiple threads is deftly woven - Disenfranchisement, excitement, fear, uncertainty. The camaraderie of men and the manliness of the hunt, combat, women, tribal affiliations and mores. Trusts and Bonds broken and the judgement of character mis-judged. its a story of new beginnings and suspected but unintended outcomes.
wondered why the Russians were all ‘simple’ and so rich, and why they were educated, and yet knew nothing.
My brother’s chief characteristic was neither egotism nor self-renunciation, but a strict mean between the two. He never sacrificed himself for any one else; but not only always avoided injuring others, but also interfering with them.
He kept his happiness and his sufferings entirely to himself.
big, queer blue eyes, queer by reason of their deep, serious expression. Very intelligent and ugly. She will be one of the riddles; she will suffer, she will seek and find nothing, will always be seeking what is least attainable.
He hardly ever punishes us, but when he looks me in the eyes he knows everything that I think, and I am frightened.
You can tell stories to mama, but not to papa, because he will see through you at once. So nobody ever tries.

