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For Each Believes His Glimm'ering Lamp To Be The Gorgeous Light Of Day.

The Now, That Indivisible Point Which Studs The Length Of Infinite Line Whose Ends Are Nowhere, Is Thine All , The Puny All Thou Callest Thine.

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I'd Like To Be Born The Son Of A Duke With 90,000 Pounds A Year, On An Enormous Estate.... And I'd Like To Have The Most Enormous Library, And I'd Like To Think That I Could Read Those Books Forever And Forever, And Die Unlamented, Unknown, Unsung, Unhonored - And Packed With Information.

Do What Thy Manhood Bids Thee Do.