Jude flung down the books, lay backward along the broad trunk of the elm, and was an utterly miserable boy for the space of a quarter of an hour.
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There was no brains in his head equal to this business; and as the little sun rays continued to stream in through his hat at him, he wished he had never seen a book, that he might never seen another, that he had never been born.
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and under the crushing recognition of his gigantic error Jude continued to wish himself out of the world.引自 VI
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