![]() It was appointed that the book should shut with a a spring, for ever and for ever, when I had read but a page. No more can I look into the depths of this unfathomable water, wherein, as momentary lights glanced into it, I have had glimpses of buried treasure and other things submerged. ![]() No more can I turn the leaves of this dear book that I loved, and vainly hope in time to read it all. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it! Something of the awfulness, even of Death itself, is referable to this. ![]() ![]() “A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. ![]()
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