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MIDWAY UPON THE JOURNEY OF LIFE, I FOUND MYSELF WITHIN A FOREST DARK to THERE IS NO GREATER SORROW THAN TO RECALL IN MISERY THE TIME WHEN WE WERE HAPPY.
Dear Alastair, why are you so stupid I brush my teeth don’t tell anyone —Thomas
“Even a Prince of Hell would balk before Uncle Will’s capacity for making merry.
‘Against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.’”
He knew that behind them he would see two boys running across a green lawn in Idris, one fair-haired and one dark.
