Sebastian taught Lucy how to read and write in all the languages, two skills that she would find indispensable for dealing with the boredom over the centuries. At first she thought he was endeavouring to rid himself of the fleas, but after a time she came to understand that the muck had healing qualities and soothed the burning scratches made by his claws. With what airs we human atoms invest ourselves! What ridiculous fancies of our importance! We believe we have destinies, when we have only destinations: that we are something immortal, when each of us is in truth only the repository of a dream. “In a sense—yes. “My mind is full of confused stuff,” he said at length.
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