Every window, from the groundfloor to the garret had its occupant, and the roofs were covered with spectators. 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. I—well, I lost my temper. If I had been quite quiet and white and dignified, wouldn’t it have been different? Would he have dared?. That was the only sound he heard.
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