![]() ![]() You must be tired of this story, and the time I take to think, and the weariness of my telling but my life from day to day shows so little variance. Often too I wonder at the odds of fortune, which made me (helpless as I am, and fond of peace, and reading), the heiress of this mad domain. Nothing, I mean, which I can grasp, and have with any surety nothing but faint images, and wonderment, and wandering. If I look for help to those around me, who should tell me right and wrong (being older and much wiser), I meet sometimes with laughter, and at other times with anger. I know not where the beginning was, nor where the middle ought to be, nor even how at the present time I feel, or think, or ought to think. “I cannot go through all my thoughts, so as to make them clear to you, nor have I ever dwelt on things, to shape a story of them. ![]()
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