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What is that?
A large piece of wax has dropped from the
candle on the ground. Nothing more, but the
people here believe it is a sign of death! It
may be, as far as I am concerned. After
reading for half an hour, I want to take my
handkerchief from under my pillow. It is not
there, and when I look for it, I find it on the
ground. I stoop to pick it up. Something falls
on my head, and when I extricate it from my
hair, I find it is another piece of wax. Instead
of being alarmed, I cannot help smiling; the
whole thing seems a piece of practical joking.
Smiling at death! How could that be possible,
were not life essentially comic. Such a
fuss about nothing! Perhaps in the depth of
our souls there lurks a shadowy consciousness
that everything down here is all humbug, a
masquerade, a mere pretence, and that all our
sufferings afford mirth to the gods.
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