So our lives
So our lives glide on: the river ends we don't know where, and the sea begins, and then there is no more jumping ashore.
Felix Holt: The Radical, George Eliot, Chapter XXVII
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So our lives glide on: the river ends we don't know where, and the sea begins, and then there is no more jumping ashore.
Felix Holt: The Radical, George Eliot, Chapter XXVII
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