She had never experienced anything so disagreeable in her life as the sense of being held helplessly off her feet. Then she shrugged. This was irregular. Foolish compliments were tossed about like confetti. 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.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjExOS4yNTMuMzEgLSAwMS0xMC0yMDI0IDEwOjU2OjU4IC0gNzg3MDQ0NjA2
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 29-09-2024 22:32:01