At last she sighed.
But the most wretched thing is it not is to drag out as I do a useless existence. If our pains were only of some use to someone we should find consolation in the thought of the sacrifice.
Gustave Flaubert
At last she sighed.
But the most wretched thing is it not is to drag out as I do a useless existence. If our pains were only of some use to someone we should find consolation in the thought of the sacrifice.
Gustave Flaubert