you’re always in the in-between, one way or another. the beginning is too far behind but the end is too far ahead.
you see, you never really know when you reach the end because a new beginning has already started. 179 more words
A year has passed since the death of the greatest man of the Third Republic. Events the like of which history has not previously known have welled up almost as if to wash away Jaurès’ blood with new blood and to divert attention away from him and to swallow up even his memory. 4,747 more words