"On the death of a friend, we should consider that the fates through confidence have devolved on us the task of a double living, that we have hencefort...

Every man casts a shadow; not his body only, but his imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way he will, it falls opposite to the sun; short at noon, long at eve. Did you never see it?
Every man casts a shadow; not his body only, but his imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. ...
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