In her minds eye she sat there, in the domesticated golden sunlight on the velvet sofa, lapped around by carpets and books and mahogany, solitary and content, as if, in fact, cloistered.

What if marrying Shelley meant that she would end up just like him, unable to realize a thing's happening or a moment's passing? What if it were like a contagious disease, so that soon she would be wandering around in a daze and incapable of putting her finger on any given thing and saying, that is that?

Dont let your fear dry up in the dark shadows until death dont come to freed you from your pain

In the end no segregationist scheme has withstood the force of a simple idea: equality under law.

Written By Eric Liu

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