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The Affluence of Sensuous Delight
Yesterday's rosy flower in full bloom looks pale and withered to-day. Those thirsty eyes that never felt tired yesterday in quenching their thirst for the flower's loveliness would not even glance at the selfsame flower to-day. How evanescent is this affluence of sensuous delight!
Self-Deception
With tears in the eyes, with a smile on the face; with a pang in the heart, with a rapture in words—such is man's way of carrying on his life these days. Ah! This is the great defeat of nature! Can there be any defeat so lowly as the grand defeat of nature herself? This is as if the moonlight were showering darkness!
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