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Title: The Choice of Life
Author: Georgette Leblanc
Release Date: August 26, 2007 [eBook #22411]
Language: English
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ALEXANDER TEIXEIRA de MATTOS
NEW YORK
DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY
regular intervals sings the same refrain, which is taken up by others in the distance. The lily's chalice gleams under the blazing sun; and the humbler flowers meekly droop their heads. White butterflies are everywhere, flitting restlessly hither and thither. So fierce is the splendour of the day that I cannot raise my eyes to the summit of the trees; and my quivering lids show me the whole sky through my lashes.
Thereupon it seems to me that the emotion which bursts from my heart, like a too-brilliant light, compels me to close the shutters of my brain as well. In my mind, even as before my eyes, distances are lessened and I see stretched before me that more or less illusive goal which we would all fain reach in the desires of our finer selves.
Is there anything definite amid the uncertainty of these blind efforts, these unaccountable impulses, which
have so often, ever since the first awakening of my unconsciousness, urged me towards other women? What
have I wanted hitherto? What was it that I hoped when I stretched out my hands to them, when I looked upon
their lives, when I searched their hearts, when at times I changed the very nature of their strivings? I did not
know then; and even now I do not succeed in explaining to myself the fever that makes my thoughts tingle
and burn. I do not understand, I do not know. How did that dream stand firm amid the total annihilation of
unprofitable illusions? Is there then an element of reality, a definite truth that encourages me, though I do not
discern it?
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