How readily our thoughts swarm upon a new object lifting it a little way as ants carry a blade of straw so feverishly and then leave it.
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Praise and blame alike mean nothing. No delightful as the pastime of measuring may be it is the most futile of all occupations and to submit to the decrees of the measurers the most servile of attitudes.
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