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Just how well, Milena, do you know human nature? I sometimes have
my doubts.

Dear Frau Milena, the day is so short, between you and a few other things which are of no significance it is over and done with. There's hardly any time left to write to the real Milena, since the even more real one was here the whole day, in the room, on the balcony, in the clouds.
May 29, 1920

It occurs to me that I really can’t remember your face in any precise detail. Only the way you walked away through the tables in the café, your figure, your dress, that I still see.

Definitely unusual. Challenging too.

Almost done...

When Clara kissed him, Lorena looked down, nothing but despair in her heart.

“You ain’t listening,” Augustus said. “I was trying to explain why you ought to marry. If you had a passel of kids, then you’d always have a troop to boss when you felt like bossing. It would occupy your brain and you wouldn’t get gloomy as often.”
“I doubt that marriage could be worse than having to listen to you,” Call said, “but that ain’t much of a testimonial for it.”

I love this book.

He felt alone... His failure to discover any mite of resemblance in their view points made him more miserable than before. He was a mental outcast.

His emotions made him feel strange in the presence of men who talked excitedly of a prospective battle as of a drama they were about to witness, with nothing but eagerness and curiosity apparent in their faces. It was often that he suspected them to be liars.

You can't know the depth of a river until you've stepped into it.

The moon looks wonderful in this warm evening light, just as a candle flame looks beautiful in the light of morning. Light within light.

The twinkling of an eye. That is the most wonderful expression. I’ve thought from time to time it was the best thing in life, that little incandescence you see in people when the charm of a thing strikes them, or the humor of it. “The light of the eyes rejoiceth the heart.”