Friday, 16 June 2023
And what, O Queen, are those things that are dear to a man? Are they not bubbles? Is not ambition but an endless ladder by which no height is ever climbed till the last unreachable rung is mounted? For height leads on to height, and there is not resting-place among them, and rung doth grow upon rung, and there is no limit to the number.
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I passed this through some filters to clean it up. We would camp in a village called Adrea. We would return to Calais to shop at...
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Road Trip