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And Ross again knew himself to be happy-in a new and less ephemeral way than before. He was filled with a queer sense of enlightnment. It seemed to him that all his life had moved to this pinpoint of time down the scattered threads of twenty years; from his old childhood running thoughtless and barefoot in the sun on Hendrawna sands, from Demelza’s birth in the squarlor of a mining cottage, from the plains of Virginia and the trampled fairgrounds of Redruth, from the complex impulses which had governed Elizabeth’s choice of Francis and from the simple philosophies of Demelza’s own faith, all had been animated to a common end-and that end a moment of enlightenment and understanding and completion.  

media: Aidan Turner breaks twitter for being shirtless. Aidan Turner is single. Aidan Turner wins award for making whole country wetter than the sea. Aidan Turner sets millions hearts a flutter in shirtless scene. Aidan Turner breaks the fucking internet and causes global meltdown and ignites a war due to his shredded abs. DID YOU KNOW HE IS SINGLE AND WANTING TO MINGLE


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me: can we go back to talking about him wanting to swim with dolphins or like do a photo shoot of him surrounded by puppies, just like a ball pit and he’s in the middle right, but instead of plastic balls, tons of puppies, all the puppies. there are clothes. no one asks him any questions. we just stick him in the puppy pit and see what happens. everyone wins, zero satantic sacrifices