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In different hours, a man represents each of several of his ancestors, as if there were seven or eight of us rolled up in each man’s skin,—seven or eight ancestors at least, and they constitute the variety of notes for that new piece of music which his life is.
One day, I’m going to own a massive library. I can pretty much visualise everything that’s going to be inside it. It’s going to be a high ceilinged room, with dark mahogany wood bookcases surrounded with metal railings for a ladder which you can slide across the shelves looking for any book. 722 more words