To the question of how to live, there is an insoluble question presented itself—death.
“…the desire, which had been to him that night not a dream but an intention, the execution of which he had thought out in detail…”
“He soon reached his last cent, never his last burst of laughter” ~Inexhaustible humor
Oliver Twist to London is like Gavroche to Paris
Is a winning number in lottery a victory? Merely rather something won, paid by others
“The digressions of genius are easily pardoned”
Turning only few pages but four annotations already. Yet these had been merely digression chapters. Enjoying not to cut to the chase
I wouldn’ think nuff’n; I’d take en bust him over de head — dat is, if he warn’t white ~Jim replied
S’pose a man was to come to you & say Polly-voo-franzy — what do you think? ~Huck asked Jim
“..and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine in the end” ~from Gitanjali, Tagore