Ann Veronica intervened a little in the novelist discussion with a defence of Esmond and a denial that the Egoist was obscure, and when she spoke every one else stopped talking and listened. “Thank you. Then instantly she got out of bed and proceeded to dress. "I'm at your mercy, Poll," rejoined Kneebone, abjectly. Anna never knew whither it had led her— sometimes she had fears. " "My wealth," replied Mrs. ” Annabel looked down. But the possible attitude of her father she had still to face. As she talked, the drift and significance of what she was saying shaped itself slowly to Ann Veronica’s apprehension. She had a horrible glimpse of the once nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared, white, but triumphant. With what airs we human atoms invest ourselves! What ridiculous fancies of our importance! We believe we have destinies, when we have only destinations: that we are something immortal, when each of us is in truth only the repository of a dream.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjExOC4yMC4xNTYgLSAyMi0wOS0yMDI0IDA3OjQ0OjI2IC0gMTU2NjkzOTMxMA==
This video was uploaded to southwestbyways.info on 18-09-2024 21:18:26
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10