“It has a certain…,” he said, finishing with some French phrase. “Huh?” “You know, a certain quiddity.” It still was Greek to me.
“It has a certain…,” he said, finishing with some French phrase. “Huh?” “You know, a certain quiddity.” It still was Greek to me.
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“Whenever I dwell for any length of time on my own shortcomings, they gradually begin to seem mild, harmless, rather engaging little things, not at all like the staring defects in other people’s characters.”
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