Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble around the obstacles. We’ve go to live, not matter how many skies have fallen.
D. H. Lawrence - Lady Chatterley’s Lover
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Monday First Sentences |Â Every Monday, we offer the opening sentences of a Penguin Classic to start the week.
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