mercoledì 20 maggio 2009

Yet, what it is that I want I cannot tell, although I crave for it, and in some secret way, expect it. For often and oftener as time goes by, I find myself suddenly halting in my walk as though I were stopped by a strange new look upon the surface of the land I know so well. It hints at something; but it is gone before I know what it means. It is as though a new smile crept out of a well known face; it half frightens you and yet it beckons.

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