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It is a long night, and not an easy one — you have so many branches, and there are diversions — birds that come and go, the black fox that lies down to sleep beneath you, the moon staring with her bone-white eye.
If he never grew past the height of four feet nine, observers claimed, it was primarily because he didn’t try. And of course he ate poorly, and slept little, and worked himself to the brink of collapse—and may even, on one or two occasions, have crossed over into that murky indefinable terrain known to the impoverished of imagination as madness. But he soon righted himself, and returned. For there was not his kingdom, there his splendid mind had no dominion.
Bellefleur
Joyce Carol Oates
(We all appear as dunces when feigning an interest in things we care nothing about.)
The Four Loves
C. S. Lewis
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