Rob turned the rustling pages and grinned. 'Ach, she's writ here: "Oh, the dear Feegles ha' turned up again,"' he said. This met with general applause. 'Ach, what a kind girl she is tae write that,' said Billy Bigchin. 'Can I see?' He read: "Oh dear, the Feegles have turned up again." 'Ah,' he said.

she’s confused and afraid to commit to the wrong thing so she won’t commit to anything.

And it’s much the same thing with knowledge, for whenever you learn something new, the whole world becomes that much richer.

No other human being, no woman, no poem or music, book, or painting can replace alcohol in its power to give man the illusion of real creation.

Written By Marguerite Duras

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