Saturday, January 07, 2006


The horror, the horror

[He] regarded the paper as if it were a window-pane through which he saw for miles. His lips twitched, and he seemed to compress his frame, as if to bear better. His usual habit was not to consider whether destiny were hard upon him or not--the shape of his ideals in cases of affliction being simply a moody "I am to suffer, I perceive." "This much scourging, then, it is for me." But now through his passionate head there stormed this thought-- that the blasting disclosure was what he had deserved.
Thomas Hardy, The Mayor of Casterbridge

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