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Wednesday, September 9, 2009
@ 10:21 PM
i know i should be studying and not blogging but i'm really tired.
realllyyy tired and sleepy.
Each picture told a story; mysterious often to my undeveloped ... understanding and imperfect feelings, yet ever profoundly interesting: as interesting as the tales Bessie sometimes narrated on winter evenings, when she chanced to be in good humour; and when, having brought her ironing-table to the nursery-hearth, she allowed us to sit about it, and while she got up Mrs. Reed's lace frills, and crimped her night-cap borders, fed our eager attention with passages of love and adventure taken from the old fairy tales and older ballads; or (as at a later period I discovered) from the pages of Pamela, and Henry, Earl of Moreland.somehow it fits my feelings towards the pictures in the bio notes;
mysterious often to my undeveloped ... understanding