Note too that a faithful study of the liberal arts humanizes character and permits it not to be cruel.

The flesh surrenders itself. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of Time. What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not...yet, I occurred.

Oh, strawberries don’t taste as they used to and the thighs of women have lost their clutch! And some men eased themselves like setting hens into the nest of death.

Such squeamish youths as cannot bear to be connected with a little absurdity are not worth a regret.

Written By Jane Austen

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