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What Is A Ruin But Time Easing Itself Of Endurance?

Destiny And History Are Untidy.

Una's Face Was An Unbroken Block Of Calculation, Saving Where, Upon Her Upper Lip, A Little Down Of Hair Fluttered. Yet It Gave One An Uncanny Feeling. It Made One Think Of A Tassel On A Hammer.

God, Children Know Something They Can't Tell; They Like Red Riding Hood And The Wolf In Bed!

Time Is A Great Conference Planning Our End, And Youth Is Only The Past Putting A Leg Forward.