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” Cathy insisted. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments. I don’t care WHAT happens. I was to blame to carry the matter so far. All human food tasted equally dead and loathsome to her, whether it was prime steak or cheap hamburger. 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.
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