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I Cannot Describe To You The Despairing Sensation Of Trying To Do Something For A Man Who Seems Incapable Or Unwilling To Do Anything Further For Himself.

This Is To Be Mortal, And Seek The Things Beyond Mortality.

The Keenest Pangs The Wretched Find Are Rapture To The Dreary Void, The Leafless Desert Of The Mind, The Waste Of Feelings Unemployed.

Of All Tales 'tis The Saddest--and More Sad, Because It Makes Us Smile.

This Is To Be Along; This, This Is Solitude!