Possessed by hope

The Fabric of Hope: An Essay, by Glenn Tinder
The Real American Dream: A Meditation on Hope, by Andrew Delbanco

Ever Since Pandora opened her box, hope has come in a dizzying variety of packages. Viktor Frankl found it to be the last expression of freedom in the World War II death camps. Emily Dickinson called it "the thing with feathers/ That perches in the soul." Abraham Cowley spoke of it as "the most hopeless thing of all."

 

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