I hope you have something, reader, that makes your heart swell in a way to be soothed only by tears. I don't know if it's lack of sleep or love, but I'm crying over my essay about Mansfield Park, simply because it moves me so deeply and makes me love so many things.
There will never be anything as beautiful as literature, save maybe the earth. Save maybe God. And to me, they're all the same.
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