Whoever Looks inside You/ Alice Hoffman
But I saw the eyes of one of the donkeys set on me, and I knew. It was Jean-François. The pet I’d walked into the hills late one night that had tried to follow me home. Justine saw the look on my face. “Now you are going to cry,” she declared. “Unlikely,” I answered. […]
Bad Thoughts/ Leon Tolstoy
Nekhludoff’s first feeling on rising the following morning was that he had committed something abominable the preceding evening. He began to recall what had happened. There was nothing abominable; he had done nothing wrong. He had only thought that all his present intentions—that of marrying Katiousha, giving the land to the peasants—artificial, unnatural, and that […]
