“Life is a big thing, of course: a magnificent spectacle; but I got so tired of looking at it alone! Still, it’s always good to live, and I had plenty of happiness — of the evolved kind. What I’d never had a taste of was the simple inconscient sort that one breathes in like the air.”
— Ralph Grancy, The Moving Finger by Edith Wharton
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