He took [the book] up, and found himself plunged in an atmosphere unlike any he had ever breathed in books; so warm, so rich, and yet so ineffably tender, that it gave a new and haunting beauty to the most elementary of human passions.

young man. Meet me at my place. Glück.” So

Gondolkodhatom most, amiről csak akarok, nem hullok szakadékba, nem fúlok a habokba, mert itt van velem, nézett apjára, ő.

Our passions do not live apart in locked chambers, but, dressed in their small wardrobe of notions, bring their provisions to a common table and mess together, feeding out of the common store according to their appetite.

Written By George Eliot

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