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He was Age masquerading as Juvenility . . . A groundswell from ancient years of night
seemed now and then to lift the child in this his morning-life, when his face took a
back view over some great Atlantic of Time, and appeared not to care about what it saw. -- Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure |
The unknown is persistent. What is it that cannot happen? And the child answers himself:
Nothing. What is it that can happen? And the adult answers himself: Nothing. He is a child
and he walks through the wood like a child. -- John Berger, G |
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