In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness.


Ch. 15 - The Country of the Pointed Firs (1896)


In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness.

In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness.

In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness.

In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness.