Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Grown Strange

…despite the loneliness that alienates me from everyone you have not grown strange to me; this thought gives me a pleasure hard to describe. It comes to me like a gift and also like something on which I have waited and in which I have believed. Whenever your name has occurred to me it has always made me feel stouter-hearted and more confident, and whenever by chance I heard from you, I felt at once that it must be something good that I should understand.

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