And Now Such A Warm Commotion, Such

It Was At This Time That She Entirely Gave Up On Reading. The Covers Of Books Looked Like Coffins To Her, Either Shabby Or Ornate, And What Was Inside Them Might As Well Have Been Dust.

The Constant Happiness Is Curiosity.

He Never Wanted To Be Away From Her. She Had The Spark Of Life.

She Was Learning, Quite Late, What Many People Around Her Appeared To Have Known Since Childhood That Life Can Be Perfectly Satisfying Without Major Achievements.

People Have Thoughts They’d Sooner Not Have. It Happens In Life.