Date: Fri, 20 Oct 2006 06:40:49 +0800
For it passed as suddenly as it came. He lifted his head and looked again at the great cleft in the mountains, with new eyes. Somehow, insensibly, his heart had been emptied of its fiery draught by more than mere exhaustion. The old bitter pain was gone, but there was no mere void in its place. He felt the sweet, weak light-headedness of a man in his first lucid period after a fever, tears stinging his eyelids in confused thanksgiving for an unrecognized respite from pain.
right one. they repeat it several times, if they choose. That is wise. But
it can soar away, as on the wings of the morning, and never be at rest. Youcan hang any word you please to its tail, and make it mean anything you want
The inventor of the language probably got what he knew about a consciencefrom hearsay.
