- I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself. I will keep the law given by God; sanctioned by man. I will hold to the principles received by me when I was sane, and not mad--as I am now. Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigour; stringent are they; inviolate they shall be. If at my individual convenience I might break them, what would be their worth? They have a worth--so I have always believed; and if I cannot believe it now, it is because I am insane--quite insane: with my veins running fire, and my heart beating faster than I can count its throbs. Preconceived opinions, foregone determinations, are all I have at this hour to stand by: there I plant my foot.
Jane has a good point, folks. When is the best time to make important and difficult decisions? Now in the silence? Or then in the chaos?
As I familiarize myself with her story, it's hard to see why she does not follow her passion. But I think she made the right choice. By following her previous choice.
But sometimes . . . maybe ? . . . perhaps ? - - -
No!
But sometimes . . . maybe ? . . . perhaps ? - - -
No!
But sometimes . . . maybe ? . . . perhaps ? - - -
No!
But sometimes . . . maybe ? . . . perhaps ? - - -
No!
But how can I be sure?
What makes you think you can be?
I need to be sure!
Why?
I need to be sure.
There is no surety.
But I need to be sure.
I am sorry.
I know.
We must go on.
We will go on.
Let's go.
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I just have one word to say.
ReplyDeleteAmen.
I have one word to say, too.
ReplyDeleteWORD.