Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Daily Dose

From Where Angels Fear to Tread, by E. M. Forster

SOMETIMES

"Sometimes when he had been bullied or hustled about at school he would retire to his cubicle and examine his features in a looking-glass, and he would sigh and say, 'It is a weak face.  I shall never carve a place for myself in the worls.'"

From Chapter 5

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