An extraordinary joy cannot keep this feeling separete.
Earliest childhood, the whell of sensation
has the power to crystallise and transfix the moment
with this gloom or radiance rests.
He has already his private code,
his secret language, brightest hopes.
One that needs above all, courage,
truth, and the power to endure.
Indescritible air of expectation.
But it may be fine- I expect it will be fine.
Virginia Woolf [To the Lighthouse]
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