which are all good for nothing. 

 The cook guts a big silver fish 

 and throws the entrails (instead 

 of giving them to you !) into the 

 dust-bin. Ah, the dust-bin ! In- 

 exhaustible treasury, receptacle of 

 windfalls, the jewel of the house ! 

 You shall have your share of it, 

 an exquisite and surreptitious 

 share ; but it does not do to seem 

 to know where it is. You are 

 strictly forbidden to rummage in 

 it. Man in this way prohibits 

 many pleasant things, and life 

 would be dull indeed and your 



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