He was still in that period in the history of a love when alone it can be said to be unalloyed with pain. It is not what is in this life, but by what appears that you are judged.
Part of his wish to wash his hands of life arose from his perception of its contrarious inconsistencies – of Nature’s jaunty readiness to support unorthodox social principles.
Thomas Hardy (my abusive literary relationship)
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