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Aprīlis 23., 2011
![[info]](http://klab.lv/img/userinfo.gif) honeybee | 09:32
Now, dear Sir, what if any accident had befallen him in his way alone! —or that through terror of it, natural to so young a traveller, my little Gentleman had got to his journey’s end miserably spent; — his muscular strength and virility worn down to a thread; —his own animal spirits ruffled beyond description, —and that in this sad disorder’d state of nerves, he had lain down a prey to sudden starts, or a series of melancholy dreams and fancies, for nine long, long months together. —I tremble to think what a foundation had been laid for a thousand weaknesses both of body and mind, which no skill of the physician or the philosopher could ever afterwards have set thoroughly to rights.
(un šito te iztēlojamies tādā hamletiskā ņaukstēšanā :))
(tie, kas Gudri un Daudz Lasījuši, jo īpaši Obligāto Literatūru, nosauciet ka nu autoru/darbu komentāros)
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