Today is Sunday.
Today I just want to extract a paragraph from the famous book, A Tale of Two Cities. It's the best one of all the bookworm series I have ever read. Most of us might know the sentence of the begining, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. But few of us know the ending.
I see Barsad, Defarge, the judges, all dying under the terrible machine. I see a beautiful city being built in this terrible place. I see new people will live here, in real freedom. I see the lives for whom I give my life, happy and peaceful in that England which I shall never see again. I see Lucie when she is old, crying for me on this day every year, and I know that she and her husband remember me until deaths. I see their son, who has my name, now a man. I see him become a famous lawyer and make my name famous by his work. I hear him tell his son my story. 'It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.'
