" She knows that our ears are stopped; but the misery is there inside her, like a stone, and there’s no room for any other thoughts. She isn’t trying to make an appeal to our sympathies — she’s just shifting this big weight inside her from one place to another." Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer, pg. 141.
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