Thursday, August 5, 2010

dickens on love.

I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.
It was impossible for me to separate her, in the past or in the present, from the innermost life of my life.
I, trembling in spirit and worshipping the very hem of her dress; she, quite composed and most decidedly not worshipping the hem of mine.

Jealous of one Estella's admirers Pip complains: "He has been hovering about you all night" and Estella responds: "Moths and all sorts of ugly creatures hover about a lighted candle. Can the candle help it?" 

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