Reyna Carpenter’s Reviews > The Count of Monte Cristo > Status Update

“Judge for yourself, judge, but do not confine yourself to one trial. Like everything else, we must habituate the senses to a fresh impression, gentle or violent, sad or joyous…. Taste the hashish, guest of mine—taste the hashish.”

Bruh 😂🍃🍃😗💨

my real treasure is not that, my dear friend, which awaits me beneath the sombre rocks of Monte Cristo, it is your presence, our living together five or six hours a day, in spite of our jailers; it is the rays of intelligence you have elicited from my brain, the languages you have implanted in my memory…. this is my treasure, my beloved friend, and with this you have made me rich and happy.

for in prosperity prayers seem but a mere medley of words, until misfortune comes and the unhappy sufferer first understands the meaning of the sublime language in which he invokes the pity of heaven!