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1ink Saves You Money on Printer Ink!
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Printer Ink)
Tue Aug 9 20:30:51 2016
Date: Tue, 9 Aug 2016 20:17:55 -0400
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of it are but veiled spectres wandering in the mazes of some foregone exis=
tence. Are we really trailing clouds of glory from afar? Or are our 'forget=
tings' of the outer Eden only? Or, setting poetry aside, are they perhaps t=
he quickening germs of all past heredity - an epitome of our race and its d=
escent? At any rate THEN, if ever, our lives are such stuff as dreams are m=
ade of. There is no connected story of events, thoughts, acts, or feelings.=
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ess. It is very difficult to affix a date to any relic of that dim past. We=
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some accident, but the vivid does not help us to chronicle with accuracy. A=
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ts. The first remembrance to which I can correctly tack a date is the death=
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he fact is perfectly distinct - distinct by its association with other fact=
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completely surrounded by fields and hedges. I mention the fact merely to sh=
ow to what age definite memory can be authentically assigned. Doubtless we =
have much earlier remembrances, though we must reckon these by days, or by =
months at the outside. The relativity of the reckoning would seem to make T=
ime indeed a 'Form of Thought.' Two or three reminiscences of my childhood =
have stuck to me; some of them on account of their comicality. I was taken =
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distinct vision of it. I cannot see the crowd - there was nothing to disti=
nguish that from what I have so often seen since; nor the court dresses, no=
r the soldiers even, who always attract a child's attention in the streets;=
but I see a raised dais on which were two thrones. William IV. sat on one,=
Queen Adelaide on the other. I cannot say whether we were marched past in =
turn, or how I came there. But I remember the look of the king in his naval=
uniform. I remember his white kerseymere breeches, and pink silk stockings=
, and buckled shoes. He took me between his knees, and asked, 'Well, what a=
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