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If One Really Does Try To Find Out Why It Is That People Don't Leave Each Other, One Discovers A Mystery. It Is Because They Can't; They Are Bound. And Nobody On Earth Knows What Are The Bonds That Bind Them Except Those Two.

Can One Do Nothing For The Dead? And For A Long Time The Answer Had Been - Nothing!

But The More Poetry One Reads The More One Longs To Read!

To Work - To Work! It Is Such Infinite Delight To Know That We Still Have The Best Things To Do.

Isn't Life,' She Stammered, 'isn't Life--' But What Life Was She Couldn't Explain. No Matter. He Quite Understood. 'isn't It, Darling?' Said Laurie.