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Not only were the books lost and the thoughts in the books, but what was to him, perhaps, the most searching loss of all, the hours of rumination which lifted him above himself and bore him upon their muffled and enormous wings. Not a day passed but he was reminded of some single volume, or of a series of works, whose very positions on the walls was so clearly indented in his mind.
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There's something else, Mr. Muzzlehatch.""I'm sure there is. In fact there is everything else."
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Let go of my arm, or I will scream for God.""He never helped you. Have you forgotten?"
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Pompous as only failures can be.
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Let him play," whispered Cheeta. "Let him make believe that he's alive again."
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