"She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness." Proverbs.
There are gloomy philosophers and Teutonically minded poets who will have it that the majority of us are dead, and that we live not in houses, but in mausolea. Over the portals of every house in London (except their own) they see inscribed the epitaph of John Keats:
"Here lies one whose name was writ in water,"
and ignore the fact that in the greater...
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