BÂY GIỜ SỐNG MÀ KHÔNG KẾT HÔN LÀ THỜI THƯỢNG ĐẤYSeo Dan
When one can see no future, all one can do is the next right thingGrand Pabbie, Anna
“It was a wonderfully fine thing to have that lofty castle to myself, and to feel, when I shut my outer door, like Robinson Crusoe, when he had got into his fortification, and pulled his ladder up after him. It was a wonderfully fine thing to walk about town with the key of my house in my pocket, and to know that I could ask any fellow to come home, and make quite sure of its being inconvenient to nobody, if it were not so to me. It was a wonderfully fine thing to let myself in and out, and to come and go without a word to anyone, and to ring Mrs. Crupp up, gasping, from the depths of the earth, when I wanted her – and when she was disposed to come. All this, I say, was wonderfully fine; but I must say, too, that there were times when it was very dreary.
I was fine in the morning, particularly in the fine mornings. It looked a very fresh, free life, by daylight: still fresher and more free, by sunlight. But as the day declined, the life seemed to go down too. I don’t know how it was; it seldom looked well by candle-light. I wanted somebody to talk to, then. I missed Agnes. I found a tremendous blank, in the place of that smiling repository of my confidence.”
David Copperfield – Charles Dickens
Đầu tôi lúc nào cũng đầy ắp câu hỏi bắt đầu bằng “Tại sao” mà chưa tìm được câu trả lời. Tôi cứ nghĩ mãi nghĩ hoài, mà vẫn chỉ quẩn quanh với những giả định, tới mức nản cả ra.