Shall we never never get rid of this Past? ... It lies upon the Present like a giant's dead body.

She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom!

Shall we never, never get rid of this Past? cried he, keeping up the earnest tone of his preceding conversation. "It lies upon the Present like a giant's dead body."

In our nature, however, there is a provision, alike marvelous and merciful, that the sufferer should never know the intensity of what he endures by its present torture, but chiefly by the pang that rankles after it.

Is it a fact -- or have I dreamt it -- that, by means of electricity, the world of matter has become a great nerve, vibrating thousands of miles in a breathless point of time?

We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.