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whether I win the Avery or not. I’ve done my best and I begin to understand what is meant by the ‘joy of the strife.’ (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)W18(end superscript) Girls, don’t talk about exams! Look at that arch of (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)pale(end superscript) green sky over those houses and picture to yourself what it must look like over the (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)purply-dark(end superscript) beech-woods back of Avonlea.”
“What are you going to wear for commencement, Jane?” asked Ruby practically.
Jane and Josie both answered at once and the chatter drifted into a side-eddy of fashions. But Anne, with her elbows on the window sill, her eyes filled her soft cheek laid against her clasped hands, and her eyes filled with visions, looked out unheedingly across city roof and spire to that glorious dome
LMM Notes
LMM Note W18
Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing[.]
TEXT ANNOTATION
"joy of the strife": Adapted from Felicia Dorothea Hemans, "Woman on the Field of Battle," stanza 12, where the poem poses and answers the question 'why do men flock to battle?' "Some for the stormy play/ And joy of strife; / And some, to fling away/ A weary life."