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about the world as I do, and mixing with all classes of society, one can't help hearing of things. A friend o' mine, that used to clane the boots at the Crozier Hotel in Christminster when he was in his prime, why, I knowed un as well as my own brother in his later years." ¡¡¡¡ Jude continued his walk homeward alone, pondering so deeply that he forgot to feel timid. He suddenly grew older. It had been the yearning of his heart to find something to anchor on, to cling to--for some place which he could call admirable. Should he find that place in this city if he could get there? Would it be a spot in which, without fear of farmers, or hindrance,
oil paintingor ridicule, he could watch and wait, and set himself to some mighty undertaking like the men of old of whom he had heard? As the halo had been to his eyes when gazing at it a quarter of an hour earlier, so was the spot mentally to him as he pursued his dark way. ¡¡¡¡ "It is a city of light," he said to himself. ¡¡¡¡ "The tree of knowledge grows there," he added a few steps further on. ¡¡¡¡ "It is a place that teachers of men spring from and go to." ¡¡¡¡ "It is what you may call a castle, manned by scholarship and religion." ¡¡¡¡ After this figure he was silent a long while, till he added: ¡¡¡¡ "It would just suit me."
Monday, December 17, 2007
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