Lingue

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Autore: Mary Shelley

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"I cannot describe to you the agony that these reflections
inflicted upon me; I tried to dispel them, but sorrow only
increased with knowledge. Oh, that I had for ever remained in my
native wood, nor known nor felt beyond the sensations of hunger,
thirst, and heat!
"Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to the mind
when it has once seized on it like a lichen on the rock. I wished
sometimes to shake off all thought and feeling, but I learned
that there was but one means to overcome the sensation of pain,
and that was death-a state which I feared yet did not understand.
I admired virtue and good feelings and loved the gentle manners
and amiable qualities of my cottagers, but I was shut out from
intercourse with them, except through means which I obtained by
stealth, when I was unseen and unknown, and which rather
increased than satisfied the desire I had of becoming one among
my fellows. The gentle words of Agatha and the animated smiles of
the charming Arabian were not for me. The mild exhortations of
the old man and the lively conversation of the loved Felix were
not for me. Miserable, unhappy wretch!

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