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I have watched you this ten minutes, while your carriage has been standing still, and have seen your smiling face change twice, as though you were about to say; "I am not accustomed to be stopped like this"; but what I have chiefly noticed is that you have not looked at anything except the persons sitting opposite and the backs of your flunkeys on the box. Clearly nothing has distracted you from following your thought: "There is pleasure before me, I am told! " Yours is the three-hundredth carriage in this row that blocks the road for half a mile. In the two hundred and ninety-nine that come before it, and the four hundred that come after, you are sitting too -- with your face before you, and your unseeing eyes.
Resented while you gathered being; brought into the world with the most distinguished skill; remembered by your mother when the whim came to her; taught to believe that life consists in caring for your clean, well-nourished body, and your manner that nothing usual can disturb; taught to regard Society as the little ring of men and women that you see, and to feel your only business is to know the next thing that you want and get it given you -- _You have never had a chance! _