Beloved, sometimes days on Earth seem to be so painstaking, and you just don’t quite know how to get around this.
In life and in all novels, what cannot happen to you in great dismay on any day in the fickle world?
Thanks to your lucky stars, you don’t always miss out on great good days on Earth either, do you?
Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour.
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring…
Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales
Even so, no matter how you are blessed to turn out well regardless of how great your fear of falling in the world may be that you yearn for a safe mode. You…
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