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Last night, I heard an old voice whisper
in my dream (perhaps it was Forster?):"The beautiful fall in love; the shrewd find a good marriage.
Those who are not beautiful but dream of falling in love are fools. Fools
got nothing." Thus
I was woken up at an early summer night while stars shining cool and
orderly in a remote sky. Stars don't sleep or dream - they only make people
dream.
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