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All Good Things Pass Away.

I Got A Book Token For Christmas And Exchanged It For A Book Called A History Of Art, And That Book (which I Still Have-battered And Falling To Pieces) Became More Precious To Me Than Any Bible.

And Among Academicians, And Among Spirits. I Found Folly Everywhere, But There Were Grains Of Wisdom In Every Stream Of It. No Doubt There Was Much More Wisdom That I Failed To Recognize. Life Is Hard, Mr. Scoresby, But We Cling To It All The Same.

There's Some That Came Here Never Believing They Were Dead. They Insisted All The Way That They Were Alive, It Was A Mistake, Someone Would Have To Pay; Made No Difference. There's Others Who Longed To Be Dead When They Were Alive, Poor Souls; Lives Full Of Pain Or Misery; Killed Themselves For A Chance Of A Blessed Rest, And Found That Nothing Had Changed Except For The Worse, And This Time There Was No Escape; You Can't Make Yourself Alive Again.

We Are All Subject To The Fates. But We Must Act As If We Are Not, Or Die Of Despair.