“ But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us. ”
Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom's Cabin (1852). copy citation
| Author | Harriet Beecher Stowe |
|---|---|
| Source | Uncle Tom's Cabin |
| Topic | life |
| Date | 1852 |
| Language | English |
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| Weblink | http://www.gutenberg.org/files/203/203-h/203-h.htm |
Context
“But the real remained,—the real, like the flat, bare, oozy tide-mud, when the blue sparkling wave, with all its company of gliding boats and white-winged ships, its music of oars and chiming waters, has gone down, and there it lies, flat, slimy, bare,—exceedingly real.
Of course, in a novel, people's hearts break, and they die, and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us. There is a most busy and important round of eating, drinking, dressing, walking, visiting, buying, selling, talking, reading, and all that makes up what is commonly called living, yet to be gone through;”
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