“but time in a book can pass through many days in an hour and still drag at the spirit as heavily and specifically as its own confining skeleton. There is no freedom in a journal. It is an accurate record of the prisoner. (…) A year had passed when Evelyn set down the book, but it was someone else’s year. She had not turned on the lamp of her own evening.”
— Feb 03, 2023 01:02AM
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