“Sometimes he felt capable of any achievement at other times he might forget everything and daydream with a new softness and surrender, listen to the wind of the rain, gaze into the chalice of a flower or the moving waters of the river, understanding nothing, divining everything, lost in sympathy, curiosity, the craving to comprehend, carried away from his own self toward another, toward the world...” (P. 47)
— May 28, 2019 03:06PM
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