The inspiration-- I can call it by no other name--was that I felt how voluntarily, how transcendently, I MIGHT. His mind seemed older than theirs: it shone coldly on their strifes and happiness and regrets like a moon upon a younger earth. He had broken a thickness of ice, the formation of many a winter; had had his reasons for a long silence. And it was the din of all these hollow-sounding voices that made him halt irresolutely in the pursuit of phantoms.
You need to be a member of Higgs Tours - Ocho Rios Jamaica to add comments!
Join Higgs Tours - Ocho Rios Jamaica