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Thursday, August 22, 2013 at 11:08 AM
Being with you feels so right to me.
I don't know how, but we make perfect sense. You are an existing part of me that was woken up inside, like a song I used to love, forgot about, but eventually remembered again.... And at the same time, a part of me I never knew I needed, like a statement within parentheses (like this); I can do without you, but you inevitably complete me. |
“In most books, the I, or first person, is omitted; in this it will be retained; that, in respect to egotism, is the main difference. We commonly do not remember that it is, after all, always the first person that is speaking. I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well. Unfortunately, I am confined to this theme by the narrowness of my experience. Moreover, I, on my side, require of every writer, first or last, a simple and sincere account of his own life, and not merely what he has heard of other men's lives; some such account as he would send to his kindred from a distant land; for if he has lived sincerely, it must have been in a distant land to me. Perhaps these pages are more particularly addressed to poor students. As for the rest of my readers, they will accept such portions as apply to them. I trust that none will stretch the seams in putting on the coat, for it may do good service to him whom it fits.”
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