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... up. 17. I know that I live and think inside a storehouse of books. Some recent, new, remarkable books, but in the great ... of knowledge remain, unusable. Light from a few windows crosses the storehouse unimpeded. 18. Having found some daguerreotypes on the floor of an attic—... that God doesn’t exist. That’s written everywhere in the storehouse—it can be made out through the portholes, too. I know...
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