Every night after dinner he honed this skill of enduring a dull thing that brought a parent pleasure. It seemed to him a lifesaving skill. He believed that terrible harm would come to him when he could no longer preserve his mother's illusions.

Ever since the morning, Pierre had beheld many frightful sufferings in that woeful white train. But none had so distressed his soul as did that wretched female skeleton, liquefying in the midst of its lace and its millions.

that for strange effects and extraordinary combinations we must go to life itself, which is always far more daring than any effort of the imagination.

It would be fine some day as long as you keep living

Written By Vincent C. Ven

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