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I'm not hungry. 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. ’ She tossed her head. “Where is she?” He would yell even louder until she was sure that people in faraway fishing boats could probably hear him. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings. She stared at him. He must have married when he was quite a young man.
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