Quote#Wisdom
When that half-burnt log and those cinders were alight she was alive!…
Quote byThomas Hardy · 1840–1928
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Return of the Native (1878), Bk. V, ch. 2.
English (original)
When that half-burnt log and those cinders were alight she was alive! Little has been changed here yet. I can do nothing. My life creeps like a snail.
— Thomas Hardy
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