Wakefield

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  “In some old magazine or newspaper I recollect a story, told as truth, of a man—let us call him Wakefield—who absented himself for a long time from his wife. The fact, thus abstractedly stated, is not very uncommon, nor, without a proper distinction of circumstances, to be condemned either as naughty or nonsensical. Howbeit, this, though far from the most aggravated, is perhaps the strangest instance on record of marital delinquency, and, moreover, as remarkable a freak as may be found in the whole list of human oddities. The wedded couple lived in London. The man, under pretense of going a journey, took lodgings in the next street to his own house, and there, unheard of by his wife or friends and without the shadow of a reason for such self-banishment, dwelt upward of twenty years. During that period he beheld his home every day, and frequently the forlorn Mrs. Wakefield. And after so great a gap in his matrimonial felicity—when his death was reckoned certain, his estate settled...

Finished

I just finished reading Chinua Achebe’s book, “Things Fall Apart.” This is perhaps one of the most beautiful books written. I do not intend to write a book review per se, but please find below a small collection of quotes that I believe reflects the beauty of this book:

“Proverbs are the palm-oil with which words are eaten.”


“The sun will shine on those who stand before it shines on those who kneel under them.”


“if a child washed his hands he could eat with kings.”


“You will have what is good for you and I will have what is good for me. Let the kite perch and let the eagle perch too.”


“Beginning life anew without the vigor and enthusiasm of youth is like learning to become left-handed in old age.”


“As a man danced, so the drums were beaten for him.”


Whenever you see a toad, jumping in broad daylight, the know that something is after its life.


Favorite sentence: “Such was the excessive energy bottled up in Enoch’s small body that it was always erupting in quarrels and fights.”

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