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Summer is gone with all its roses,
Its sun and perfumes and sweet flowers,
Its warm air and refreshing showers:
And even Autumn closes.

Yea, Autumn's chilly self is going,
And winter comes which is yet colder;
Each day the hoar-frost waxes bolder,
And the last buds cease blowing.

- Bitter for Sweet, Christina Rossetti

She tried to disengage her hand, but might as well have tried to free herself from the embrace of an affectionate boa-constrictor[...]

Chapter 9 was incredibly beautiful. Heartwarming, funny, sad. A little masterpiece in itself.

Time, burrowing like a mole below the ground, had marked his track by throwing up another heap of earth. And that was all.

It's exhausting listening to these women in their unhappy relationships. I dread the remaining 11 (!) hours...

'I am, sir,′ said Mr Tigg, striking himself upon the breast, ’a premium tulip, of a very different growth and cultivation from the cabbage Slyme, sir.'

Almost three hours non-stop depiction of a toxic relationship. It's torture! Either Darnell leaves or I will!!

White and golden Lizzie stood,
Like a lily in a flood,—
Like a rock of blue-vein’d stone
Lash’d by tides obstreperously,—
Like a beacon left alone
In a hoary roaring sea,
Sending up a golden fire,—
Like a fruit-crown’d orange-tree
White with blossoms honey-sweet
Sore beset by wasp and bee,—
Like a royal virgin town
Topp’d with gilded dome and spire
Close beleaguer’d by a fleet
Mad to tug her standard down.