Rain pounded the tin roof, and waterfalls obscured the pavilion into its own private 91 chamber. Smith had never seen anything like it. Meantime, every preparation had been made outside for his departure. All the events of the previous day rushed to his recollection; and though he had been unintentionally the cause of his mother's death, he reproached himself as severely as if he had been her actual murderer. With what airs we human atoms invest ourselves! What ridiculous fancies of our importance! We believe we have destinies, when we have only destinations: that we are something immortal, when each of us is in truth only the repository of a dream. " "You're fine, too.
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