"Where are you?" "Here," replied Mrs. 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. He would never be able to compose upon it, but it would serve to produce the finished work.
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