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brows, he lapsed into an introspective state, his lips moving as
are curious. For instance, here is a portrait of a man at eight
twenty-three, and so on. All these are evidently sections, as it
finger shows the movement of the barometer. Yesterday it was so
But certainly it traced such a line, and that line, therefore,
it, and why has it always been, regarded as something different?
And why cannot we move in Time as we move about in the other
that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his
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