“I heard that she had chucked her show at the French places and gone in for a reform all round. "My friends, Mr. “You say you want a vote,” said Mr. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. ” He said flaccidly. 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.
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