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Dear, Dear, The Miniature World Of The Family! All The Emotions Of Mankind Seem To Find A Place In It.

As Regards Plot I Find Real Life No Help At All. Real Life Seems To Have No Plots. And As I Think A Plot Desirable And Almost Necessary, I Have This Extra Grudge Against Life.

I Never Know Why Self-sacrifice Is Noble. Why Is It Better To Sacrifice Oneself Than Someone Else?

A Plot Is Like The Bones Of A Person, Not Interesting Like Expression, Or Signs Of Experience, But The Support Of The Whole.

There Is Probably Nothing Like Living Together For Blinding People To Each Other.