"A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man."
"The water of the fountain ran, the swift river ran, the day ran into evening, so much life in the city ran into death according to rule, time and tide waited for no man, the rats were sleeping close together in their dark holes again, the Fancy Ball was lighted up at supper, all things ran their course."
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Source: charles dickens (1868). “a tale of two cities”, p.104
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