2. Hope--I keep saying the word, marveling at it. Modern and world-weary, we think we are beyond it. Too wise, too jaded, we think we are past such a thing. We know what the world is, what men do to other men, and to women, and what anyone may do to a child. We have seen horrors. Executioners in uniforms. Poverty. Illness.Then It come with its threadlike feet and delicate wings. It drinks our sweat and tears, and once again we believe things are possible.[Édouard Manet]
The Lost Notebook of Édouard Manet
