Your soul, dear Lucy! I hate the word now, because of all the cant with which superstition has wrapped it round. But we have souls, and I see you ruining yours. I cannot bear it.

Author   E.M. ForsterTopics   Soul, Lucy, Hate, Ruin, Superstition Critique, Personal Concern Copy Share on Share on Facebook Share on Pinterest Share on Twitter

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