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'* As I can't leap from cloud to cloud, I want to wander 

 from road to road. That little path there by the clipped 

 hedge goes up to the high road. I want to go up that 

 path and to walk along the high road, and so on and on 

 and on, and to know all kinds of people. Did you ever 

 think that the roads are the only things that are endless ; 

 that one can walk on and on, and never be stopped by a 

 gate or a wall? They are the serpent of eternity. I 

 wonder they have never been worshipped. What are 

 the stars beside them ? They never meet one another. 

 The roads are the only things that are infinite. They 



are all endless." 



Paul Ruttledge in 



JVhere there is Nothings 



by W. B. Yeats. 



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