Started reading the Daniel Defoe's classic Moll Flanders. Love biographical tales about woman in distress. Found it not as heart touching as fanny Hill though but it made a lot more sense to me. I am falling in love with Victorian English these days. Long poetic sentences, indirect implications and literature full of distinct figures of speech. We hardly get to see any love towards literature these days. People more interested in easy reading books such as "2 states - the story of my marriage" have left Wuthering Hieghts withering over the shelves. "Disdainful and highly discouraging taste acquired by the modern and sophisticated breed of youth".... wow now even my blogs are turning victorian now...
"in sincere penitence for the wicked lives we have lived".
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