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  • In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness; we are each the uncompanioned hermit and recluse of an hour or a day; we understand our fellows of the cell to whatever age of history they may belong.

    Sarah Orne Jewett (2016). “The Country of the Pointed Firs”, p.72, Sarah Orne Jewett