He ate of the bread with great appetite, and having drunk as much as he chose of the water, poured the rest on the floor. 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. “And now, look at us! See what we have become. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it.
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