Mister Singer reminded her of this music. She wished there was some place where she could go to hum it out loud. Some kind of music was too private to sing in a house cram full of people. It was funny, too, how lonesome a person could be in a crowded house.

What is I? It's what you are, not what others make of you.

before 1923 there was almost no lead in the atmosphere, and that since that time lead levels had climbed steadily and dangerously.

جل ما أردته في هذه الحياة: بيت صغير، وأصيص ريحان، و زوجة طيبة...لم أصل إلى ذلك...أبدا

Written By Nikos Kazantzakis

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