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Monday, 29 July 2013

319/365 - Hiw own happiness (Charles Dickens)

“Sadly, sadly, the sun rose;
 it rose upon no sadder sight
 than the man of good abilities 
and good emotions, 
incapable of their directed exercise,
 incapable of his own help 
and his own happiness,
 sensible of the blight on him, 
and resigning himself 
to let it eat him away.”

Charles Dickens
A Tale of Two Cities

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