But now I am compact. Now I am gathered together this fine morning.
I still move. I still live.
I will not be afraid.
Let the silent army of the dead descend. I march forward.
I read one poem. On poem is enough.
Oh, Western wind. When will thou blow?
What is my destiny being?
I am just a single, passing being.
I said, “Consume me. Carry me to the furthest limit.”
From The Waves, Virginia Woolf
Done with Middlemarch
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An accomplishment of mine during the time of waiting for my book to be
edited... I finally finished reading the Middlemarch by George Eliot.
God bless ...
1 week ago
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