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Tuesday, April 5, 2011

The Passage of Time in Hardy's Wessex

In London, twenty or thirty-years ago are "old times"; in Paris ten years, or five; in Weatherbury three or four score years were included in the mere present, and nothing less than a century set a mark on its face or tone. Five decades hardly modified the cut of a gaiter, the embroidery of a smock-frock, by the breadth of a hair. Ten generations failed to alter the turn of a single phrase. In these Wessex nooks the busy outsider's ancient times are only old; his old times are still new; his present is futurity.

Far From the Madding Crowd, Chapter 22
Thomas Hardy

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