I’m away for about a week.
I made comics ahead of time
so you won’t miss any. I’ll catch
up on your blogs when I get back.
In spite of all her faults, her name was so holy to him that it had never once passed his lips since her death, except in low whispers to himself, low whispers made in the perfect, double-guarded seclusion of his own chamber. “Cora, Cora,” he had murmured, so that the sense of the sound and not the sound itself had come to him from his own lips.
Quotation from Anthony Trollope, The Duke’s Children
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