Wednesday, April 30, 2008


While sharing my love for literature with my son today, I ran across a passage I had underlined years and years ago. It speaks for itself.

"Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away."
— Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

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