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A Little Man Said To The Universe. "sir! I Exist." The Universe Replied: "that's Fine." Just Don't Think It Creates Any Obligation On My Part.

The Wayfarer, Perceiving The Pathway To Truth, Was Struck With Astonishment. It Was Thickly Grown With Weeds. "ha," He Said, "i See That None Has Passed Here In A Long Time." Later He Saw That Each Weed Was A Singular Knife. "well," He Mumbled At Last, "doubtless There Are Other Roads.

A Singular Disadvantage Of The Sea Lies In The Fact That After Successfully Surmounting One Wave You Discover Another Behind It Just As Important And Just As Nervously Anxious To Do Something Effective In The Way Of Swamping Boats. In A Ten-foot Dinghy One Can Get An Idea Of The Resources Of The Sea In The Line Of Waves That Is Not Probable To The Average Experience, Which Is Never At Sea In A Dinghy.

He Vaguely Desired To Walk Around And Around The Body And Stare; The Impulse Of The Living To Try To Read In Dead Eyes The Answer To The Question.

The Fact Has Not Created In Me A Sense Of Obligation.