sábado, 21 de fevereiro de 2015

O Prazer da Leitura (57)

It exasperated her to think that the dungeon in which she had languished for so many unhappy years had been unlocked all the time, and that the impulses she had so carefully struggled with and stifled for the sake of keeping well with society, were precisely those by which alone she could have come into any sort of sincere human contact.

Pygmalion, George Bernard Shaw

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