She wanted to cry out upon herself for the uttermost fool in existence. She was aware of people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors— moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. "That's usual. Dim possibilities that she would not seem to look at even to herself gesticulated in the twilight background of her mind.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjExOS4xNDIuMjMyIC0gMDItMTAtMjAyNCAxODoyMzo0OSAtIDE1NDYwMzg1Nzk=
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 02-10-2024 09:02:32