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search the most strenuous, daring efforts 

 of our heart and our reason. And should 

 the last word of all this be wretched, it will 

 be no little achievement to have laid bare 

 the inanity and the pettiness of the aim 

 of nature. 



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" There is no truth for us yet," a great 

 physiologist of our day remarked to me 

 once, as I walked with him in the 

 country ; " there is no truth yet, but 

 there are everywhere three very good 

 semblances of truth. Each man makes 

 his own choice, or rather, perhaps, has it 

 thrust upon him ; and this choice, whether 

 it be thrust upon him, or whether, as is 

 often the case, he have made it without 

 due reflection, this choice, to which he 

 clings, will determine the form and the 

 conduct of all that enters within him. 

 The friend whom we meet, the woman 

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