Silas spends his time weaving. It is not only his
vocation, but also the occupation that mostly keeps his mind busy. He has gone through
enough sadness and pain to care about people, and he has halfway lost every interest to
establish any human connection with any of the inhabitants of
Raveloe.
Apparently the sound of the loom and the time
that he spends in every work that he is assigned to produce leaves him with a day
well-spent with a beautiful product to boot. It is a lonely profession in which only one
person is needed to perform. And, in matching, Silas is a lonely
man.
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