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 | loneliest hours, solemn and gruesome.  But with one
 hand in Hardy's, quite con-
 fident of the End, we begin
 to read.  First a quotation
 from Spinoza - a muffler
 for the soul!  Are we toys
 pulled with a  string! How
 busy this questioning keeps
 the world, and how obsti-
 nately we refuse the
 thwarting Purpose, until we
 are despairing over our past,
 and Life is nearly bereft
 
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