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Cheers to the Phightin Phils
Jeers to Manny and his fans with funny-looking hair
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| Why don't men write love letters any more?
One of the greatest...
"I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means
as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony,
half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings
are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart
even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years
and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman,
that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.
Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been,
but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath.
For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this?
Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even
these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have
penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing
something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can
distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others.
Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed.
You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men.
Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in
F. W.
"I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither,
or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look,
will be enough to decide whether I enter your father's house
this evening or never." |
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cheers: "ALL REQUIREMENTS HAVE BEEN MET"
jeers: "GRADE POINT AVERAGE FOR MATHEMATICS IN THE MAJOR"
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| It is officially my last day of college ever. To celebrate, I'm staying up all night to do all the stuff I've put off until the literal last minute.
Graduating in twelve days, getting married in fifty days... yikes.
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