What a wee little part of a person’s life are his acts and words! His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself. All day long, and every day, the mill of his brain is grinding, and his thoughts, not those other things, are his history. His acts and his words are merely the visible, thin crust of his world, with its scattered snow summits and its vacant wastes of water-and they are so trifling a part of his bulk! a mere skin enveloping it. The mass of him is hidden-it and its volcanic fires that toss and boil, and never rest, night or day. These are his life, and they are not written, and cannot be written. M.T. TL;DR I was raised by wolves. Activity Feedjeremy007 has not published any activity yet.Would you like to post a shout to welcome them to Kongregate? AwardsMobile BadgesMy Games |