. " "It is life. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. If I don't, you shall clap me in the Condemned Hold in his stead. It is better that you go away now, I think. One’s sense of proportion, battered out of all shape in the daily life of cities, reasserts itself. Section 3.
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