"Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices, that, if I then had waked after long sleep, will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming, the clouds, methought would open, and show riches ready to drop upon me, that when I waked I cried to dream again."
I have so many thoughts to unravel... I don't remember what I was going to write here but this is quote from "The Idiot" which I have yet to finish. Long book.
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