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Certain Books Come To Meet Me, As Do People.

Language Is A Mixture Of Statement And Evocation.

The Heart May Think It Knows Better: The Senses Know That Absence Blots People Out. We Really Have No Absent Friends. The Friend Becomes A Traitor By Breaking, However Unwillingly Or Sadly, Out Of Our Own Zone: A Hard Judgment Is Passed On Him, For All The Pleas Of The Heart.

We Have Really No Absent Friends.

The Importance To The Writer Of First Writing Must Be Out Of All Proportion Of The Actual Value Of What Is Written.