We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.
The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.
Go for Dr. Bowen as soon as you can. I think father is hurt.
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