There might be such a thing as a man’s soul being loose from his body, and going out and in, like a bird out of its nest and back
Friday, December 11th, 2009
…he saw that Marner’s eyes were set like a dead man’s, and he spoke to him, and shook him, and his limbs were stiff, and his hands clutched the bag as if they’d been made of iron; but just as he had made up his mind that the weaver was dead…
