In his middle life, at about the time such things were known about, it was discovered that, he had pernicious anemia. It is possible that his virtue lived on a lack of energy.

Everything that belongs to the past seems to have fallen into the sea; I have memories, but the images have lost their vividness, they seem dead and desultory, like time - bitten mummies stuck in a quagmire.

A valuable thing too is never to let anyone know how fine you thought anyone else ever was because they know better and no one was ever that splendid.

Written By L.M. Montgomery

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