She confided in me yesterday. "I forbid you to do that. 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. You'll need all your strength to grab him. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. '—'No fear o' that,' thought I. Capes—the ‘Capes crave,’ they would call it in America.
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