"His ideas assumed a kind of stupefied and mechanical quality which is peculiar to despair.

Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day in a hundred of real joy and bright sunshine.
~ Victor Hugo ~












Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There...
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