Islands of memory begin to rise above the river of his life. At first they are little uncharted islands, rocks just peeping above the surface of the … - Romain Rolland

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Islands of memory begin to rise above the river of his life. At first they are little uncharted islands, rocks just peeping above the surface of the waters. Round about them and behind in the twilight of the dawn stretches the great untroubled sheet of water; then new islands, touched to gold by the sun.