We looked at each other until it felt like everything would burst into flames

In all the land there is only one you, possibly two, but seldom more than sixteen.

I imagine a child. That child is me. I can reconstruct and vividly remember portions of my own childhood. I can see, taste, smell, feel, and hear them. Then what I do is, not write about that kid or about his world, but start to think of a book that would have pleased him.

What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?' said Sir James. 'He has one foot in the grave.'  'He means to draw it out again, I suppose.

Written By George Eliot

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