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Do you remember how timidly you came out of the nursery, and what you said to me?
"Uncle," you said, exhausted by your struggle for happiness, and still thirsting for it. "Uncle, forgive me, please. " You begged me for at least a drop of that happiness, the longing for which was bringing you such acute suffering.