“I had no solace from self-approbation: none even from self-respect…Still I could not turn, nor retrace one step.
I had some fear — or hope — that there I should die; but I was soon up, crawling forwards in my hands and knees, and then again raised to my feet — as eager and as determined as ever to reach the road.
…Never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love.”
— Mar 20, 2026 02:08PM
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