The longest of my designs is not of above a year's extent; I think of nothing now but ending; rid myself of all new hopes and enterprises; take my last leave of every place I depart from, and every day dispossess myself of what I have.
Endroit: CHAPTER XXVIII · ¶3411 Licence: Public domain · Source Le texte est donné tel que dans l'édition, sans retouche.