'...Then came to her the sense of the impotence of anguish, the feeling that comes to us all when we have touched the utmost limits of human suffering. The aeons will pass, the universe grind round, gulfs will wash us down to some unknown future. Our individual loves, our sufferings, what are they? We are helpless to save, helpless to comfort those whom we love the best.'
from The Second Lady Delcombe by Mrs Arthur Kennard (Chapter XXXIII)
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