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Money Pads The Edges Of Things.

The Sun Was Already Declining And Each Of The Trees Held A Premonition Of Night.

Mistrust All Enterprises That Require New Clothes.

It Is The Vice Of A Vulgar Mind To Be Thrilled By Bigness, To Think That A Thousand Square Miles Are A Thousand Times More Wonderful Than One Square Mile, And That A Million Square Miles Are Almost The Same As Heaven.

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