I have no genius, no mission to fulfill, no remarkable feelings to bestow. I have nothing and I deserve nothing. Yet in spite of it, I desire some sort of recompense.
"It was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us." A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens
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This really gets to me.
Coincidentally I have The Inferno sat on my kitchen table reading pile right now.
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