‘I
am far from imagining anything of the kind. In passing, why do we fear death? For our sins? Rather, isn't it the tremendous
inherent human curiosity to know what is going to happen to-morrow that causes
us to wince at the thought of annihilation? A subconscious resentment against
the idea of entering darkness while our neighbour will proceed with his petty
affairs as usual?
"It's nip and tuck," said the doctor; "but we'll pull him through. It isn’t. “Yes?”
“You remember once, how we talked—at a gate on the Downs? We talked
about how a girl might get an independent living. You shall not take me alive. She made noises between weeping and laughter as she went. ”
She passed out without reply. She padded up the stairs to the bedroom, finding that
her sheets had been changed with a fresh pillow case to
welcome her weary head. Ruth
could tell the doctor; she could bare many of her innermost thoughts to that
kindly man; but there was an inexplicable reserve before this young man whom
she still endued with the melancholy charm of Sydney Carton. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big
wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. Full twenty highwaymen blithe and bold,
Rattled their chains in that dungeon old;
Of all that number there 'scaped not one
Who carved his name on the Newgate Stone.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQxLjQyLjI1MyAtIDAxLTA3LTIwMjQgMDk6NDQ6NDMgLSA3OTA5NjQ5NzE=
This video was uploaded to indienet.info on 29-06-2024 22:43:10