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Cather, Willa, My Ántonia. Houghton Mifflin, 1918, bk. 1, ch. 1.

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Cather, Willa. My Ántonia. W. W. Norton & Co., 2015, bk. 1, ch. 1.

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Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.

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Cather, Willa. My Antonia. Houghton Mifflin, 1918, bk. 2, ch. 7.

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Cather, Willa. My Ántonia. W. W. Norton & Co., 2015, bk. 2, ch. 7.

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That is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.

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Cather, Willa. My Ántonia. Houghton Mifflin, 1918, bk. 1, ch. 2.

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Cather, Willa. My Ántonia. W. W. Norton & Co., 2015, bk. 1, ch. 2.

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Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.