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Portrait of Thomas Hardy Thomas Hardy,  Jude the Obscure — Part 2, Chapter 1 (1895)

“ Down obscure alleys, apparently never trodden now by the foot of man, and whose very existence seemed to be forgotten, there would jut into the path porticoes, oriels, doorways of enriched and florid middle-age design, their extinct air being accentuated by the rottenness of the stones. It seemed impossible that modern thought could house itself in such decrepit and superseded chambers.
Knowing not a human being here, Jude began to be impressed with the isolation of his own personality, as with a self-spectre, the sensation being that of one who walked but could not make himself seen or heard.
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Portrait of Thomas Hardy Thomas Hardy,  Jude the Obscure — Part 2, Chapter 1 (1895)

“ Jude found himself speaking out loud, holding conversations with them as it were, like an actor in a melodrama who apostrophizes the audience on the other side of the footlights; till he suddenly ceased with a start at his absurdity. Perhaps those incoherent words of the wanderer were heard within the walls by some student or thinker over his lamp ”
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Portrait of Thomas Hardy Thomas Hardy,  Jude the Obscure — Part 2, Chapter 1 (1895)

“ And lastly a gentle-voiced prelate spoke, during whose meek, familiar rhyme, endeared to him from earliest childhood, Jude fell asleep:
Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. Teach me to die... He did not wake till morning. The ghostly past seemed to have gone, and everything spoke of to-day. He started up in bed, thinking he had overslept himself and then said:
"By Jove—I had quite forgotten my sweet-faced cousin, and that she's here all the time! ...
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