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Sorrow is better than fear. Fear is a journey, a terrible journey, but sorrow is atleast an arriving. When the storm threatens, a man is afraid for his house, but when the house is destroyed, there is something to do. About a storm he can do nothing, but he can rebuild a house.

Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his finger, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld. Let him not be too moved when the birds are singing, nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or valley. For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.

Cry for the broken tribe, for the law and the custom that is gone. Aye, and cry aloud for the man who is dead, for the women and children bereaved. Cry, the beloved country, these things are not yet at an end. The sun pours down on the earth, on the lovely land that man cannot enjoy. He knows only the fear of his heart

Okay now shit is getting crazy again. There was like 200 pages of boring in the middle that really should not have existed. It should have been 100 pages and it should have kept the suspense and supernatural feelings alive. But anyways its getting good again.

How marvelously lie our anxieties, in filmy layers, one over the other! Take away that which has lain on the upper surface for so long — the care of cares — the only one, as it seemed to you, between your soul and the radiance of Heaven — and straight you find a new stratum there.

Why is it that this form of ambition — curiosity — which entered into the temptation of our first parent, is so specially hard to resist. Knowledge is power, and power of one sort or another is the secret lust of human souls; and here is, beside the sense of exploration, the undefinable interest of a story, and above all, something forbidden, to stimulate the contumacious appetite.

I begin to see myself changed, these hands the agents of good, this heart at peace. Something comes over me out of the past; something of what I have dreamed on Sabbath evenings to the sound of the church organ, of what I forecast when I shed tears over noble books, or talked, an innocent child, with my mother. There lies my life; I have wandered a few years, but now I see once more my city of destination.

I thought you would prove a reader of the heart. And yet you would propose to judge me by my acts! Think of it; my acts! I was born and have lived in a land of giants; giants have dragged me by the wrists since I was born out of my mother — the giants of circumstance. And you would judge me by my acts! But can you not look within? Can you not read me for a thing as common as humanity — the unwilling sinner?

Know me? Who can do so? My life is but a travesty and slander on myself. I have lived to belie my nature. All men do; all men are better than this disguise that grows about and stifles them. You see each dragged away by life. If they had their own control — if you could see their faces, they would be altogether different, they would shine out for heroes and saints!

Seldom, very seldom, does complete truth belong to any human disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised, or a little mistaken.

With insufferable vanity had she believed herself in the secret of every body’s feelings; with unpardonable arrogance proposed to arrange every body’s destiny.

I decided emma is the prettiest name ever. Emma, emma, emma. I could see Emma with Mr. Knightley. I feel like that’s what is being set up. Frank is charming but I accidentally saw a spoiler :( Mr. Elton can kick rocks.

I certainly must be a little in love. This sensation of listlessness, weariness, stupidity, this disinclination to sit down and employ myself, this feeling of every thing’s being dull and insipid about the house! — I must be in love; I should be the oddest creature in the world if I were not.

I did just have to skip a really long soliloquy from miss bates. I really do not give a fuck about her. Hopefully she didn’t say anything important but I really doubt it.