The Whisper

The words "Who are you?" drifted through my ears. 

"Who's there?" I shouted back. 

Nothing.

Could it have been my imagination, or are they back?

Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro— And what should they know of England who only England know?  The English Flag, Stanza 1 (1891)

Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire.

Don't you think men overrate the necessity for humoring everybody's nonsense, till they get despised by the very fools they humor?

Written By George Eliot

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