As for me…what did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich fortune did I look forward to when—which no more than a sigh, a nagging sense of loss—I said goodbye to the fugitive and momentary ghost of my first love?
Turgenev, First Love
As for me…what did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich fortune did I look forward to when—which no more than a sigh, a nagging sense of loss—I said goodbye to the fugitive and momentary ghost of my first love?
Turgenev, First Love