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Jan 29, 2021Liked by Kevin Beck

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“But for those like me who are just drifting along, possessed of the skills but not the drive to pursue more than the bare minimum of human engagement, never in any acute crisis but growing ever more weary . . .”

This is the type of writing that strikes me. It sounds like Dickens’ characterization of Sidney Carton.

“Waste forces within him, and a desert all around, this man stood still on his way across a silent terrace, and saw for a moment, lying in the wilderness before him, a mirage of honourable ambition, self-denial, and perseverance. In the fair city of this vision, there were airy galleries from which the loves and graces looked upon him, gardens in which the fruits of life hung ripening, waters of Hope that sparkled in his sight. A moment, and it was gone. Climbing to a high chamber in a well of houses, he threw himself down in his clothes on a neglected bed, and its pillow was wet with wasted tears.

Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.”

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