" "But I never saw anybody more alive. . The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone. We have only those phantoms called memories, which are the husks of dreams. I’ve always had a sneaking desire for the writing-trade. We are not animals. “It’s the centre of the intellectuals.
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