Sublime

According to Goethe, Byron’s poetical power eclipsed all other mortals, and he was not held back by petty morality, being possessed of a virtue of which the bourgeoisie had no conception.

All that I remember of the autumn is waiting for Giovanni to come to trial. Then, at last, he came to trial, was found guilty, and placed under sentence of death. All winter long I counted the days. And the nightmare of this house began. Much has been written of love turning to hatred, of the heart growing cold with the death of love. It is a remar

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How does C. S. Lewis do that, every paragraph is a book https://t.co/Th1Fchsa3k