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1 " As he lay there, fragments of past states of emotion, fugitive felicities of thought and sensation, rose and floated on the surface of his thoughts. It was one of those moments when the accumulated impressions of life converge on heart and brain, elucidating, enlacing each other, in a mysterious confusion of beauty. He had had glimpses of such a state before, of such mergings of the personal with the general life that one felt one's self a mere wave on the wild stream of being, yet thrilled with a sharper sense of individuality than can be known within the mere bounds of the actual. But now he knew the sensation in its fulness, and with it came the releasing power of language. Words were flashing like brilliant birds through the boughs overhead; he had but to wave his magic wand to have them flutter down to him. Only they were so beautiful up there, weaving their fantastic flights against the blue, that it was pleasanter, for the moment, to watch them and let the wand lie. "
― Edith Wharton , The Custom of the Country
2 " Nice work," I commented drily. " How old was that littlest one? Five? Did she put up a terrible fight?" " I feared for my life," Zach said with a perfectly straight face. " You must be bored, Julia. You usually have a sharper sense of humor than that." " Eat thorns." " Well, it is about lunch time. Let's go grab a bite. "
