большие надежды

“It ends or it doesn’t. That’s what you say. That’s how you get through it. The tunnel, the night, the pain, the love. It ends or it doesn’t. If the sun never comes up, you find a way to live without it. If they don’t come back, you sleep in the middle of the bed, learn how to make enough coffee for yourself alone. Adapt. Adjust. It ends or it doesn’t. It ends or it doesn’t. We do not perish.”

“I have moved from the house of scholars and even banged the door behind me, for my soul sat hungry at their table too long. I am not, like them, trained to pursue knowledge as if it were nut-cracking. I love freedom and the air over the fresh earth, and would rather sleep on ox hides than on their decorums and respectabilities.”