"But there was no doubt that within the coach something very great was seated; greatness that was passing, hidden, within reach of the common hands that for the first and last time found themselves so close to the majesty of England, the enduring symbol of the state that inquisitive archeaologists would identify in their excavations at the ruins of time, when London was no more than a street covered with grass, and when the people who were strolling ist streets that Wednesday morning were scarcely a heap of bones with a few wedding rings, turned over in their own dust and the fillings of innumerable decayed teeth."
- Mrs. Dalloway
"I realized that a single sentence could contain a cycle of civilization from fullness to decay."
Here is the place where I am to ramble about life and love and languages. You'll probably encounter some quasi-anthropological ranting and a lot of wanderlust. I do try not to be too emo, and occasionally throw in things of worldly interest, so stop by and read if you have a few minutes. :)
Whom to Know
- Elindomiel
- I'm a university student who likes languages, literature, and having friends from all over the world.
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