So our lives glide on: the river ends we don't know where, and the sea begins, and then there is no more jumping ashore.
Chapter 27 (at page 219) - Felix Holt, the Radical (1866)
So our lives glide on: the river ends we don't know where, and the sea begins, and then there is no more jumping ashore.
Chapter 27 (at page 219) - Felix Holt, the Radical (1866)