In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong.
Pip in Great Expectations
It still amazes me that a writer from 145 years ago could describe my life so well; I get the same feeling when I read Dostoyevsky.
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The joy of the great minds of history is that what they say about the human condition (even in fictionalized form) tends to ring true at all times and in all places. The difficulty with so much writing today (fiction and non) is the fact there is no faith that can even be the case. So instead writers resign themselves to making momentary insights that will appear utterly foreign and mundane to readers even fifty years from now. Some might say that is just the way it is, but I see it as a rather pathetic lowering of the bar and one that is utterly indefensible.
Whoot!
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