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What can you do if you are thirty and, turning the corner of your own street, you are overcome, suddenly, by a feeling of bliss - absolute bliss! as though you'd suddenly swallowed a bright piece of that late afternoon sun and it burned in your bosom, sending out a little shower of sparks into every particle, into every finger and toe?...

Oh, is there no way you can express it withouth being "drunk and disorderly"? How idiotic civilization is! Why be given a body if you have to keep it shut up in a case like rare, rare fiddle?

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