" "You're a philosopher, too. ” Sebastian replied merrily, his eyes fixed on the road. "Stolen by a gipsy when scarcely five years old, Constance Trenchard, after various vicissitudes, was carried to London, where she lived in great poverty, with the dregs of society. You can tell me the rest another time. These were the Master's body-guard. You’re just a particular being with nothing else in the world to class with you. 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: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIxNi4xNzkuMTQ2IC0gMTMtMDktMjAyNCAwMDozNTozMiAtIDE2MjU2NDM2ODk=
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 10-09-2024 01:59:48
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11 - Ref12