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The following essay, I am well aware, attempting as it does to present in a Latin dress subjects that philosophers of consummate ability and profound learning have already handled in Greek, is sure to encounter criticism from different quarters. Certain persons, and those not without some pretension to letters, disapprove of the study of philosophy altogether. Others do not so greatly object to it provided it be followed in dilettante fashion; but they do not think it ought to engage so large an amount of one's interest and attention. A third class, learned in Greek literature and contemptuous of Latin, will say that they prefer to spend their time in reading Greek. Lastly, I suspect there will be some who will wish to divert me to other fields of authorship, asserting that this kind of composition, though a graceful recreation, is beneath the dignity of my character and position. To all of these objections I suppose I ought to make some brief reply.

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Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her. She was the youngest of the two daughters of a most affectionate, indulgent father, and had, in consequence of her sister's marriage, been mistress of his house from a very early period. Her mother had died too long ago for her to have more than an indistinct remembrance of her caresses, and her place had been supplied by an excellent woman as governess, who had fallen little short of a mother in affection. Sixteen years had Miss Taylor been in Mr. Woodhouse's family, less as a governess than a friend, very fond of both daughters, but particularly of Emma. Between them it was more the intimacy of sisters. Even before Miss Taylor had ceased to hold the nominal office of governess, the mildness of her temper had hardly allowed her to impose any restraint; and the shadow of authority being now long passed away, they had been living together as friend and friend very mutually attached, and Emma doing just what she liked; highly esteeming Miss Taylor's judgment, but directed chiefly by her own.

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“Oh God,” he thought, “what a strenuous occupation I've chosen! Always on the road, day out, day in. The rigors of the job are much greater than if I were working locally, and, furthermore, the nuisances of traveling are always imposed upon me—the worries about train connections, bad meals at irregular intervals, fleeting human contact that is ever-changing, never lasting, and never expected to be genuine. To the devil with it all!” He felt a slight itching on the top of his abdomen. He slowly pushed himself on his back closer to the bedpost so that he could lift his head more easily, found the itchy area, which was entirely covered with small white spots — he did not know what to make of them — and wanted to feel the place with a leg. But he retracted it immediately, for the contact felt like a cold shower all over him. He slid back again into his earlier position. “This getting up early,” he thought, “makes one completely idiotic.

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Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Volutpat lacus laoreet non curabitur. Fermentum posuere urna nec tincidunt praesent semper. Odio pellentesque diam volutpat commodo sed egestas. Risus ultricies tristique nulla aliquet enim tortor at auctor urna. Eleifend mi in nulla posuere sollicitudin aliquam ultrices. In nisl nisi scelerisque eu ultrices vitae auctor. Amet nulla facilisi morbi tempus iaculis urna id volutpat. Cras fermentum odio eu feugiat pretium nibh. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Sit amet nisl suscipit adipiscing bibendum est. Diam vulputate ut pharetra sit amet aliquam id diam maecenas. Egestas fringilla phasellus faucibus scelerisque eleifend donec pretium. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Gravida arcu ac tortor dignissim convallis aenean. Viverra tellus in hac habitasse platea dictumst vestibulum rhoncus est.

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The following essay, I am well aware, attempting as it does to present in a Latin dress subjects that philosophers of consummate ability and profound learning have already handled in Greek, is sure to encounter criticism from different quarters. Certain persons, and those not without some pretension to letters, disapprove of the study of philosophy altogether. Others do not so greatly object to it provided it be followed in dilettante fashion; but they do not think it ought to engage so large an amount of one's interest and attention. A third class, learned in Greek literature and contemptuous of Latin, will say that they prefer to spend their time in reading Greek. Lastly, I suspect there will be some who will wish to divert me to other fields of authorship, asserting that this kind of composition, though a graceful recreation, is beneath the dignity of my character and position. To all of these objections I suppose I ought to make some brief reply.

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Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her. She was the youngest of the two daughters of a most affectionate, indulgent father, and had, in consequence of her sister's marriage, been mistress of his house from a very early period. Her mother had died too long ago for her to have more than an indistinct remembrance of her caresses, and her place had been supplied by an excellent woman as governess, who had fallen little short of a mother in affection. Sixteen years had Miss Taylor been in Mr. Woodhouse's family, less as a governess than a friend, very fond of both daughters, but particularly of Emma. Between them it was more the intimacy of sisters. Even before Miss Taylor had ceased to hold the nominal office of governess, the mildness of her temper had hardly allowed her to impose any restraint; and the shadow of authority being now long passed away, they had been living together as friend and friend very mutually attached, and Emma doing just what she liked; highly esteeming Miss Taylor's judgment, but directed chiefly by her own.

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“Oh God,” he thought, “what a strenuous occupation I've chosen! Always on the road, day out, day in. The rigors of the job are much greater than if I were working locally, and, furthermore, the nuisances of traveling are always imposed upon me—the worries about train connections, bad meals at irregular intervals, fleeting human contact that is ever-changing, never lasting, and never expected to be genuine. To the devil with it all!” He felt a slight itching on the top of his abdomen. He slowly pushed himself on his back closer to the bedpost so that he could lift his head more easily, found the itchy area, which was entirely covered with small white spots — he did not know what to make of them — and wanted to feel the place with a leg. But he retracted it immediately, for the contact felt like a cold shower all over him. He slid back again into his earlier position. “This getting up early,” he thought, “makes one completely idiotic.

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Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Volutpat lacus laoreet non curabitur. Fermentum posuere urna nec tincidunt praesent semper. Odio pellentesque diam volutpat commodo sed egestas. Risus ultricies tristique nulla aliquet enim tortor at auctor urna. Eleifend mi in nulla posuere sollicitudin aliquam ultrices. In nisl nisi scelerisque eu ultrices vitae auctor. Amet nulla facilisi morbi tempus iaculis urna id volutpat. Cras fermentum odio eu feugiat pretium nibh. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Sit amet nisl suscipit adipiscing bibendum est. Diam vulputate ut pharetra sit amet aliquam id diam maecenas. Egestas fringilla phasellus faucibus scelerisque eleifend donec pretium. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Gravida arcu ac tortor dignissim convallis aenean. Viverra tellus in hac habitasse platea dictumst vestibulum rhoncus est.

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The following essay, I am well aware, attempting as it does to present in a Latin dress subjects that philosophers of consummate ability and profound learning have already handled in Greek, is sure to encounter criticism from different quarters. Certain persons, and those not without some pretension to letters, disapprove of the study of philosophy altogether. Others do not so greatly object to it provided it be followed in dilettante fashion; but they do not think it ought to engage so large an amount of one's interest and attention. A third class, learned in Greek literature and contemptuous of Latin, will say that they prefer to spend their time in reading Greek. Lastly, I suspect there will be some who will wish to divert me to other fields of authorship, asserting that this kind of composition, though a graceful recreation, is beneath the dignity of my character and position. To all of these objections I suppose I ought to make some brief reply.

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Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her. She was the youngest of the two daughters of a most affectionate, indulgent father, and had, in consequence of her sister's marriage, been mistress of his house from a very early period. Her mother had died too long ago for her to have more than an indistinct remembrance of her caresses, and her place had been supplied by an excellent woman as governess, who had fallen little short of a mother in affection. Sixteen years had Miss Taylor been in Mr. Woodhouse's family, less as a governess than a friend, very fond of both daughters, but particularly of Emma. Between them it was more the intimacy of sisters. Even before Miss Taylor had ceased to hold the nominal office of governess, the mildness of her temper had hardly allowed her to impose any restraint; and the shadow of authority being now long passed away, they had been living together as friend and friend very mutually attached, and Emma doing just what she liked; highly esteeming Miss Taylor's judgment, but directed chiefly by her own.

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“Oh God,” he thought, “what a strenuous occupation I've chosen! Always on the road, day out, day in. The rigors of the job are much greater than if I were working locally, and, furthermore, the nuisances of traveling are always imposed upon me—the worries about train connections, bad meals at irregular intervals, fleeting human contact that is ever-changing, never lasting, and never expected to be genuine. To the devil with it all!” He felt a slight itching on the top of his abdomen. He slowly pushed himself on his back closer to the bedpost so that he could lift his head more easily, found the itchy area, which was entirely covered with small white spots — he did not know what to make of them — and wanted to feel the place with a leg. But he retracted it immediately, for the contact felt like a cold shower all over him. He slid back again into his earlier position. “This getting up early,” he thought, “makes one completely idiotic.

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Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Volutpat lacus laoreet non curabitur. Fermentum posuere urna nec tincidunt praesent semper. Odio pellentesque diam volutpat commodo sed egestas. Risus ultricies tristique nulla aliquet enim tortor at auctor urna. Eleifend mi in nulla posuere sollicitudin aliquam ultrices. In nisl nisi scelerisque eu ultrices vitae auctor. Amet nulla facilisi morbi tempus iaculis urna id volutpat. Cras fermentum odio eu feugiat pretium nibh. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Sit amet nisl suscipit adipiscing bibendum est. Diam vulputate ut pharetra sit amet aliquam id diam maecenas. Egestas fringilla phasellus faucibus scelerisque eleifend donec pretium. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Gravida arcu ac tortor dignissim convallis aenean. Viverra tellus in hac habitasse platea dictumst vestibulum rhoncus est.

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The following essay, I am well aware, attempting as it does to present in a Latin dress subjects that philosophers of consummate ability and profound learning have already handled in Greek, is sure to encounter criticism from different quarters. Certain persons, and those not without some pretension to letters, disapprove of the study of philosophy altogether. Others do not so greatly object to it provided it be followed in dilettante fashion; but they do not think it ought to engage so large an amount of one's interest and attention. A third class, learned in Greek literature and contemptuous of Latin, will say that they prefer to spend their time in reading Greek. Lastly, I suspect there will be some who will wish to divert me to other fields of authorship, asserting that this kind of composition, though a graceful recreation, is beneath the dignity of my character and position. To all of these objections I suppose I ought to make some brief reply.

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Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her. She was the youngest of the two daughters of a most affectionate, indulgent father, and had, in consequence of her sister's marriage, been mistress of his house from a very early period. Her mother had died too long ago for her to have more than an indistinct remembrance of her caresses, and her place had been supplied by an excellent woman as governess, who had fallen little short of a mother in affection. Sixteen years had Miss Taylor been in Mr. Woodhouse's family, less as a governess than a friend, very fond of both daughters, but particularly of Emma. Between them it was more the intimacy of sisters. Even before Miss Taylor had ceased to hold the nominal office of governess, the mildness of her temper had hardly allowed her to impose any restraint; and the shadow of authority being now long passed away, they had been living together as friend and friend very mutually attached, and Emma doing just what she liked; highly esteeming Miss Taylor's judgment, but directed chiefly by her own.

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“Oh God,” he thought, “what a strenuous occupation I've chosen! Always on the road, day out, day in. The rigors of the job are much greater than if I were working locally, and, furthermore, the nuisances of traveling are always imposed upon me—the worries about train connections, bad meals at irregular intervals, fleeting human contact that is ever-changing, never lasting, and never expected to be genuine. To the devil with it all!” He felt a slight itching on the top of his abdomen. He slowly pushed himself on his back closer to the bedpost so that he could lift his head more easily, found the itchy area, which was entirely covered with small white spots — he did not know what to make of them — and wanted to feel the place with a leg. But he retracted it immediately, for the contact felt like a cold shower all over him. He slid back again into his earlier position. “This getting up early,” he thought, “makes one completely idiotic.

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Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Volutpat lacus laoreet non curabitur. Fermentum posuere urna nec tincidunt praesent semper. Odio pellentesque diam volutpat commodo sed egestas. Risus ultricies tristique nulla aliquet enim tortor at auctor urna. Eleifend mi in nulla posuere sollicitudin aliquam ultrices. In nisl nisi scelerisque eu ultrices vitae auctor. Amet nulla facilisi morbi tempus iaculis urna id volutpat. Cras fermentum odio eu feugiat pretium nibh. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Sit amet nisl suscipit adipiscing bibendum est. Diam vulputate ut pharetra sit amet aliquam id diam maecenas. Egestas fringilla phasellus faucibus scelerisque eleifend donec pretium. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Gravida arcu ac tortor dignissim convallis aenean. Viverra tellus in hac habitasse platea dictumst vestibulum rhoncus est.

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The following essay, I am well aware, attempting as it does to present in a Latin dress subjects that philosophers of consummate ability and profound learning have already handled in Greek, is sure to encounter criticism from different quarters. Certain persons, and those not without some pretension to letters, disapprove of the study of philosophy altogether. Others do not so greatly object to it provided it be followed in dilettante fashion; but they do not think it ought to engage so large an amount of one's interest and attention. A third class, learned in Greek literature and contemptuous of Latin, will say that they prefer to spend their time in reading Greek. Lastly, I suspect there will be some who will wish to divert me to other fields of authorship, asserting that this kind of composition, though a graceful recreation, is beneath the dignity of my character and position. To all of these objections I suppose I ought to make some brief reply.

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Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her. She was the youngest of the two daughters of a most affectionate, indulgent father, and had, in consequence of her sister's marriage, been mistress of his house from a very early period. Her mother had died too long ago for her to have more than an indistinct remembrance of her caresses, and her place had been supplied by an excellent woman as governess, who had fallen little short of a mother in affection. Sixteen years had Miss Taylor been in Mr. Woodhouse's family, less as a governess than a friend, very fond of both daughters, but particularly of Emma. Between them it was more the intimacy of sisters. Even before Miss Taylor had ceased to hold the nominal office of governess, the mildness of her temper had hardly allowed her to impose any restraint; and the shadow of authority being now long passed away, they had been living together as friend and friend very mutually attached, and Emma doing just what she liked; highly esteeming Miss Taylor's judgment, but directed chiefly by her own.

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“Oh God,” he thought, “what a strenuous occupation I've chosen! Always on the road, day out, day in. The rigors of the job are much greater than if I were working locally, and, furthermore, the nuisances of traveling are always imposed upon me—the worries about train connections, bad meals at irregular intervals, fleeting human contact that is ever-changing, never lasting, and never expected to be genuine. To the devil with it all!” He felt a slight itching on the top of his abdomen. He slowly pushed himself on his back closer to the bedpost so that he could lift his head more easily, found the itchy area, which was entirely covered with small white spots — he did not know what to make of them—and wanted to feel the place with a leg. But he retracted it immediately, for the contact felt like a cold shower all over him. He slid back again into his earlier position. “This getting up early,” he thought, “makes one completely idiotic.

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Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Volutpat lacus laoreet non curabitur. Fermentum posuere urna nec tincidunt praesent semper. Odio pellentesque diam volutpat commodo sed egestas. Risus ultricies tristique nulla aliquet enim tortor at auctor urna. Eleifend mi in nulla posuere sollicitudin aliquam ultrices. In nisl nisi scelerisque eu ultrices vitae auctor. Amet nulla facilisi morbi tempus iaculis urna id volutpat. Cras fermentum odio eu feugiat pretium nibh. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Sit amet nisl suscipit adipiscing bibendum est. Diam vulputate ut pharetra sit amet aliquam id diam maecenas. Egestas fringilla phasellus faucibus scelerisque eleifend donec pretium. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Gravida arcu ac tortor dignissim convallis aenean. Viverra tellus in hac habitasse platea dictumst vestibulum rhoncus est.

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The following essay, I am well aware, attempting as it does to present in a Latin dress subjects that philosophers of consummate ability and profound learning have already handled in Greek, is sure to encounter criticism from different quarters. Certain persons, and those not without some pretension to letters, disapprove of the study of philosophy altogether. Others do not so greatly object to it provided it be followed in dilettante fashion; but they do not think it ought to engage so large an amount of one's interest and attention. A third class, learned in Greek literature and contemptuous of Latin, will say that they prefer to spend their time in reading Greek. Lastly, I suspect there will be some who will wish to divert me to other fields of authorship, asserting that this kind of composition, though a graceful recreation, is beneath the dignity of my character and position. To all of these objections I suppose I ought to make some brief reply.

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Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her. She was the youngest of the two daughters of a most affectionate, indulgent father, and had, in consequence of her sister's marriage, been mistress of his house from a very early period. Her mother had died too long ago for her to have more than an indistinct remembrance of her caresses, and her place had been supplied by an excellent woman as governess, who had fallen little short of a mother in affection. Sixteen years had Miss Taylor been in Mr. Woodhouse's family, less as a governess than a friend, very fond of both daughters, but particularly of Emma. Between them it was more the intimacy of sisters. Even before Miss Taylor had ceased to hold the nominal office of governess, the mildness of her temper had hardly allowed her to impose any restraint; and the shadow of authority being now long passed away, they had been living together as friend and friend very mutually attached, and Emma doing just what she liked; highly esteeming Miss Taylor's judgment, but directed chiefly by her own.

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“Oh God,” he thought, “what a strenuous occupation I've chosen! Always on the road, day out, day in. The rigors of the job are much greater than if I were working locally, and, furthermore, the nuisances of traveling are always imposed upon me—the worries about train connections, bad meals at irregular intervals, fleeting human contact that is ever-changing, never lasting, and never expected to be genuine. To the devil with it all!” He felt a slight itching on the top of his abdomen. He slowly pushed himself on his back closer to the bedpost so that he could lift his head more easily, found the itchy area, which was entirely covered with small white spots — he did not know what to make of them—and wanted to feel the place with a leg. But he retracted it immediately, for the contact felt like a cold shower all over him. He slid back again into his earlier position. “This getting up early,” he thought, “makes one completely idiotic.

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Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Volutpat lacus laoreet non curabitur. Fermentum posuere urna nec tincidunt praesent semper. Odio pellentesque diam volutpat commodo sed egestas. Risus ultricies tristique nulla aliquet enim tortor at auctor urna. Eleifend mi in nulla posuere sollicitudin aliquam ultrices. In nisl nisi scelerisque eu ultrices vitae auctor. Amet nulla facilisi morbi tempus iaculis urna id volutpat. Cras fermentum odio eu feugiat pretium nibh. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Sit amet nisl suscipit adipiscing bibendum est. Diam vulputate ut pharetra sit amet aliquam id diam maecenas. Egestas fringilla phasellus faucibus scelerisque eleifend donec pretium. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Gravida arcu ac tortor dignissim convallis aenean. Viverra tellus in hac habitasse platea dictumst vestibulum rhoncus est.

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The following essay, I am well aware, attempting as it does to present in a Latin dress subjects that philosophers of consummate ability and profound learning have already handled in Greek, is sure to encounter criticism from different quarters. Certain persons, and those not without some pretension to letters, disapprove of the study of philosophy altogether. Others do not so greatly object to it provided it be followed in dilettante fashion; but they do not think it ought to engage so large an amount of one's interest and attention. A third class, learned in Greek literature and contemptuous of Latin, will say that they prefer to spend their time in reading Greek. Lastly, I suspect there will be some who will wish to divert me to other fields of authorship, asserting that this kind of composition, though a graceful recreation, is beneath the dignity of my character and position. To all of these objections I suppose I ought to make some brief reply.

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Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her. She was the youngest of the two daughters of a most affectionate, indulgent father, and had, in consequence of her sister's marriage, been mistress of his house from a very early period. Her mother had died too long ago for her to have more than an indistinct remembrance of her caresses, and her place had been supplied by an excellent woman as governess, who had fallen little short of a mother in affection. Sixteen years had Miss Taylor been in Mr. Woodhouse's family, less as a governess than a friend, very fond of both daughters, but particularly of Emma. Between them it was more the intimacy of sisters. Even before Miss Taylor had ceased to hold the nominal office of governess, the mildness of her temper had hardly allowed her to impose any restraint; and the shadow of authority being now long passed away, they had been living together as friend and friend very mutually attached, and Emma doing just what she liked; highly esteeming Miss Taylor's judgment, but directed chiefly by her own.

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“Oh God,” he thought, “what a strenuous occupation I've chosen! Always on the road, day out, day in. The rigors of the job are much greater than if I were working locally, and, furthermore, the nuisances of traveling are always imposed upon me—the worries about train connections, bad meals at irregular intervals, fleeting human contact that is ever-changing, never lasting, and never expected to be genuine. To the devil with it all!” He felt a slight itching on the top of his abdomen. He slowly pushed himself on his back closer to the bedpost so that he could lift his head more easily, found the itchy area, which was entirely covered with small white spots — he did not know what to make of them—and wanted to feel the place with a leg. But he retracted it immediately, for the contact felt like a cold shower all over him. He slid back again into his earlier position. “This getting up early,” he thought, “makes one completely idiotic.

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Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Volutpat lacus laoreet non curabitur. Fermentum posuere urna nec tincidunt praesent semper. Odio pellentesque diam volutpat commodo sed egestas. Risus ultricies tristique nulla aliquet enim tortor at auctor urna. Eleifend mi in nulla posuere sollicitudin aliquam ultrices. In nisl nisi scelerisque eu ultrices vitae auctor. Amet nulla facilisi morbi tempus iaculis urna id volutpat. Cras fermentum odio eu feugiat pretium nibh. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Sit amet nisl suscipit adipiscing bibendum est. Diam vulputate ut pharetra sit amet aliquam id diam maecenas. Egestas fringilla phasellus faucibus scelerisque eleifend donec pretium. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Gravida arcu ac tortor dignissim convallis aenean. Viverra tellus in hac habitasse platea dictumst vestibulum rhoncus est.

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The following essay, I am well aware, attempting as it does to present in a Latin dress subjects that philosophers of consummate ability and profound learning have already handled in Greek, is sure to encounter criticism from different quarters. Certain persons, and those not without some pretension to letters, disapprove of the study of philosophy altogether. Others do not so greatly object to it provided it be followed in dilettante fashion; but they do not think it ought to engage so large an amount of one's interest and attention. A third class, learned in Greek literature and contemptuous of Latin, will say that they prefer to spend their time in reading Greek. Lastly, I suspect there will be some who will wish to divert me to other fields of authorship, asserting that this kind of composition, though a graceful recreation, is beneath the dignity of my character and position. To all of these objections I suppose I ought to make some brief reply.

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Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her. She was the youngest of the two daughters of a most affectionate, indulgent father, and had, in consequence of her sister's marriage, been mistress of his house from a very early period. Her mother had died too long ago for her to have more than an indistinct remembrance of her caresses, and her place had been supplied by an excellent woman as governess, who had fallen little short of a mother in affection. Sixteen years had Miss Taylor been in Mr. Woodhouse's family, less as a governess than a friend, very fond of both daughters, but particularly of Emma. Between them it was more the intimacy of sisters. Even before Miss Taylor had ceased to hold the nominal office of governess, the mildness of her temper had hardly allowed her to impose any restraint; and the shadow of authority being now long passed away, they had been living together as friend and friend very mutually attached, and Emma doing just what she liked; highly esteeming Miss Taylor's judgment, but directed chiefly by her own.

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“Oh God,” he thought, “what a strenuous occupation I've chosen! Always on the road, day out, day in. The rigors of the job are much greater than if I were working locally, and, furthermore, the nuisances of traveling are always imposed upon me—the worries about train connections, bad meals at irregular intervals, fleeting human contact that is ever-changing, never lasting, and never expected to be genuine. To the devil with it all!” He felt a slight itching on the top of his abdomen. He slowly pushed himself on his back closer to the bedpost so that he could lift his head more easily, found the itchy area, which was entirely covered with small white spots — he did not know what to make of them—and wanted to feel the place with a leg. But he retracted it immediately, for the contact felt like a cold shower all over him. He slid back again into his earlier position. “This getting up early,” he thought, “makes one completely idiotic.

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Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Volutpat lacus laoreet non curabitur. Fermentum posuere urna nec tincidunt praesent semper. Odio pellentesque diam volutpat commodo sed egestas. Risus ultricies tristique nulla aliquet enim tortor at auctor urna. Eleifend mi in nulla posuere sollicitudin aliquam ultrices. In nisl nisi scelerisque eu ultrices vitae auctor. Amet nulla facilisi morbi tempus iaculis urna id volutpat. Cras fermentum odio eu feugiat pretium nibh. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Sit amet nisl suscipit adipiscing bibendum est. Diam vulputate ut pharetra sit amet aliquam id diam maecenas. Egestas fringilla phasellus faucibus scelerisque eleifend donec pretium. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Gravida arcu ac tortor dignissim convallis aenean. Viverra tellus in hac habitasse platea dictumst vestibulum rhoncus est.

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The following essay, I am well aware, attempting as it does to present in a Latin dress subjects that philosophers of consummate ability and profound learning have already handled in Greek, is sure to encounter criticism from different quarters. Certain persons, and those not without some pretension to letters, disapprove of the study of philosophy altogether. Others do not so greatly object to it provided it be followed in dilettante fashion; but they do not think it ought to engage so large an amount of one's interest and attention. A third class, learned in Greek literature and contemptuous of Latin, will say that they prefer to spend their time in reading Greek. Lastly, I suspect there will be some who will wish to divert me to other fields of authorship, asserting that this kind of composition, though a graceful recreation, is beneath the dignity of my character and position. To all of these objections I suppose I ought to make some brief reply.

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Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her. She was the youngest of the two daughters of a most affectionate, indulgent father, and had, in consequence of her sister's marriage, been mistress of his house from a very early period. Her mother had died too long ago for her to have more than an indistinct remembrance of her caresses, and her place had been supplied by an excellent woman as governess, who had fallen little short of a mother in affection. Sixteen years had Miss Taylor been in Mr. Woodhouse's family, less as a governess than a friend, very fond of both daughters, but particularly of Emma. Between them it was more the intimacy of sisters. Even before Miss Taylor had ceased to hold the nominal office of governess, the mildness of her temper had hardly allowed her to impose any restraint; and the shadow of authority being now long passed away, they had been living together as friend and friend very mutually attached, and Emma doing just what she liked; highly esteeming Miss Taylor's judgment, but directed chiefly by her own.

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“Oh God,” he thought, “what a strenuous occupation I've chosen! Always on the road, day out, day in. The rigors of the job are much greater than if I were working locally, and, furthermore, the nuisances of traveling are always imposed upon me—the worries about train connections, bad meals at irregular intervals, fleeting human contact that is ever-changing, never lasting, and never expected to be genuine. To the devil with it all!” He felt a slight itching on the top of his abdomen. He slowly pushed himself on his back closer to the bedpost so that he could lift his head more easily, found the itchy area, which was entirely covered with small white spots — he did not know what to make of them—and wanted to feel the place with a leg. But he retracted it immediately, for the contact felt like a cold shower all over him. He slid back again into his earlier position. “This getting up early,” he thought, “makes one completely idiotic.

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Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Volutpat lacus laoreet non curabitur. Fermentum posuere urna nec tincidunt praesent semper. Odio pellentesque diam volutpat commodo sed egestas. Risus ultricies tristique nulla aliquet enim tortor at auctor urna. Eleifend mi in nulla posuere sollicitudin aliquam ultrices. In nisl nisi scelerisque eu ultrices vitae auctor. Amet nulla facilisi morbi tempus iaculis urna id volutpat. Cras fermentum odio eu feugiat pretium nibh. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Sit amet nisl suscipit adipiscing bibendum est. Diam vulputate ut pharetra sit amet aliquam id diam maecenas. Egestas fringilla phasellus faucibus scelerisque eleifend donec pretium. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Gravida arcu ac tortor dignissim convallis aenean. Viverra tellus in hac habitasse platea dictumst vestibulum rhoncus est.

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The following essay, I am well aware, attempting as it does to present in a Latin dress subjects that philosophers of consummate ability and profound learning have already handled in Greek, is sure to encounter criticism from different quarters. Certain persons, and those not without some pretension to letters, disapprove of the study of philosophy altogether. Others do not so greatly object to it provided it be followed in dilettante fashion; but they do not think it ought to engage so large an amount of one's interest and attention. A third class, learned in Greek literature and contemptuous of Latin, will say that they prefer to spend their time in reading Greek. Lastly, I suspect there will be some who will wish to divert me to other fields of authorship, asserting that this kind of composition, though a graceful recreation, is beneath the dignity of my character and position. To all of these objections I suppose I ought to make some brief reply.

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Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her. She was the youngest of the two daughters of a most affectionate, indulgent father, and had, in consequence of her sister's marriage, been mistress of his house from a very early period. Her mother had died too long ago for her to have more than an indistinct remembrance of her caresses, and her place had been supplied by an excellent woman as governess, who had fallen little short of a mother in affection. Sixteen years had Miss Taylor been in Mr. Woodhouse's family, less as a governess than a friend, very fond of both daughters, but particularly of Emma. Between them it was more the intimacy of sisters. Even before Miss Taylor had ceased to hold the nominal office of governess, the mildness of her temper had hardly allowed her to impose any restraint; and the shadow of authority being now long passed away, they had been living together as friend and friend very mutually attached, and Emma doing just what she liked; highly esteeming Miss Taylor's judgment, but directed chiefly by her own.

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“Oh God,” he thought, “what a strenuous occupation I've chosen! Always on the road, day out, day in. The rigors of the job are much greater than if I were working locally, and, furthermore, the nuisances of traveling are always imposed upon me—the worries about train connections, bad meals at irregular intervals, fleeting human contact that is ever-changing, never lasting, and never expected to be genuine. To the devil with it all!” He felt a slight itching on the top of his abdomen. He slowly pushed himself on his back closer to the bedpost so that he could lift his head more easily, found the itchy area, which was entirely covered with small white spots — he did not know what to make of them—and wanted to feel the place with a leg. But he retracted it immediately, for the contact felt like a cold shower all over him. He slid back again into his earlier position. “This getting up early,” he thought, “makes one completely idiotic.

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Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Volutpat lacus laoreet non curabitur. Fermentum posuere urna nec tincidunt praesent semper. Odio pellentesque diam volutpat commodo sed egestas. Risus ultricies tristique nulla aliquet enim tortor at auctor urna. Eleifend mi in nulla posuere sollicitudin aliquam ultrices. In nisl nisi scelerisque eu ultrices vitae auctor. Amet nulla facilisi morbi tempus iaculis urna id volutpat. Cras fermentum odio eu feugiat pretium nibh. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Sit amet nisl suscipit adipiscing bibendum est. Diam vulputate ut pharetra sit amet aliquam id diam maecenas. Egestas fringilla phasellus faucibus scelerisque eleifend donec pretium. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Gravida arcu ac tortor dignissim convallis aenean. Viverra tellus in hac habitasse platea dictumst vestibulum rhoncus est.

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The following essay, I am well aware, attempting as it does to present in a Latin dress subjects that philosophers of consummate ability and profound learning have already handled in Greek, is sure to encounter criticism from different quarters. Certain persons, and those not without some pretension to letters, disapprove of the study of philosophy altogether. Others do not so greatly object to it provided it be followed in dilettante fashion; but they do not think it ought to engage so large an amount of one's interest and attention. A third class, learned in Greek literature and contemptuous of Latin, will say that they prefer to spend their time in reading Greek. Lastly, I suspect there will be some who will wish to divert me to other fields of authorship, asserting that this kind of composition, though a graceful recreation, is beneath the dignity of my character and position. To all of these objections I suppose I ought to make some brief reply.

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Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her. She was the youngest of the two daughters of a most affectionate, indulgent father, and had, in consequence of her sister's marriage, been mistress of his house from a very early period. Her mother had died too long ago for her to have more than an indistinct remembrance of her caresses, and her place had been supplied by an excellent woman as governess, who had fallen little short of a mother in affection. Sixteen years had Miss Taylor been in Mr. Woodhouse's family, less as a governess than a friend, very fond of both daughters, but particularly of Emma. Between them it was more the intimacy of sisters. Even before Miss Taylor had ceased to hold the nominal office of governess, the mildness of her temper had hardly allowed her to impose any restraint; and the shadow of authority being now long passed away, they had been living together as friend and friend very mutually attached, and Emma doing just what she liked; highly esteeming Miss Taylor's judgment, but directed chiefly by her own.

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“Oh God,” he thought, “what a strenuous occupation I've chosen! Always on the road, day out, day in. The rigors of the job are much greater than if I were working locally, and, furthermore, the nuisances of traveling are always imposed upon me—the worries about train connections, bad meals at irregular intervals, fleeting human contact that is ever-changing, never lasting, and never expected to be genuine. To the devil with it all!” He felt a slight itching on the top of his abdomen. He slowly pushed himself on his back closer to the bedpost so that he could lift his head more easily, found the itchy area, which was entirely covered with small white spots — he did not know what to make of them—and wanted to feel the place with a leg. But he retracted it immediately, for the contact felt like a cold shower all over him. He slid back again into his earlier position. “This getting up early,” he thought, “makes one completely idiotic.

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Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Volutpat lacus laoreet non curabitur. Fermentum posuere urna nec tincidunt praesent semper. Odio pellentesque diam volutpat commodo sed egestas. Risus ultricies tristique nulla aliquet enim tortor at auctor urna. Eleifend mi in nulla posuere sollicitudin aliquam ultrices. In nisl nisi scelerisque eu ultrices vitae auctor. Amet nulla facilisi morbi tempus iaculis urna id volutpat. Cras fermentum odio eu feugiat pretium nibh. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Sit amet nisl suscipit adipiscing bibendum est. Diam vulputate ut pharetra sit amet aliquam id diam maecenas. Egestas fringilla phasellus faucibus scelerisque eleifend donec pretium. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Gravida arcu ac tortor dignissim convallis aenean. Viverra tellus in hac habitasse platea dictumst vestibulum rhoncus est.

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The following essay, I am well aware, attempting as it does to present in a Latin dress subjects that philosophers of consummate ability and profound learning have already handled in Greek, is sure to encounter criticism from different quarters. Certain persons, and those not without some pretension to letters, disapprove of the study of philosophy altogether. Others do not so greatly object to it provided it be followed in dilettante fashion; but they do not think it ought to engage so large an amount of one's interest and attention. A third class, learned in Greek literature and contemptuous of Latin, will say that they prefer to spend their time in reading Greek. Lastly, I suspect there will be some who will wish to divert me to other fields of authorship, asserting that this kind of composition, though a graceful recreation, is beneath the dignity of my character and position. To all of these objections I suppose I ought to make some brief reply.

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Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her. She was the youngest of the two daughters of a most affectionate, indulgent father, and had, in consequence of her sister's marriage, been mistress of his house from a very early period. Her mother had died too long ago for her to have more than an indistinct remembrance of her caresses, and her place had been supplied by an excellent woman as governess, who had fallen little short of a mother in affection. Sixteen years had Miss Taylor been in Mr. Woodhouse's family, less as a governess than a friend, very fond of both daughters, but particularly of Emma. Between them it was more the intimacy of sisters. Even before Miss Taylor had ceased to hold the nominal office of governess, the mildness of her temper had hardly allowed her to impose any restraint; and the shadow of authority being now long passed away, they had been living together as friend and friend very mutually attached, and Emma doing just what she liked; highly esteeming Miss Taylor's judgment, but directed chiefly by her own.

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“Oh God,” he thought, “what a strenuous occupation I've chosen! Always on the road, day out, day in. The rigors of the job are much greater than if I were working locally, and, furthermore, the nuisances of traveling are always imposed upon me—the worries about train connections, bad meals at irregular intervals, fleeting human contact that is ever-changing, never lasting, and never expected to be genuine. To the devil with it all!” He felt a slight itching on the top of his abdomen. He slowly pushed himself on his back closer to the bedpost so that he could lift his head more easily, found the itchy area, which was entirely covered with small white spots — he did not know what to make of them—and wanted to feel the place with a leg. But he retracted it immediately, for the contact felt like a cold shower all over him. He slid back again into his earlier position. “This getting up early,” he thought, “makes one completely idiotic.

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Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Volutpat lacus laoreet non curabitur. Fermentum posuere urna nec tincidunt praesent semper. Odio pellentesque diam volutpat commodo sed egestas. Risus ultricies tristique nulla aliquet enim tortor at auctor urna. Eleifend mi in nulla posuere sollicitudin aliquam ultrices. In nisl nisi scelerisque eu ultrices vitae auctor. Amet nulla facilisi morbi tempus iaculis urna id volutpat. Cras fermentum odio eu feugiat pretium nibh. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Sit amet nisl suscipit adipiscing bibendum est. Diam vulputate ut pharetra sit amet aliquam id diam maecenas. Egestas fringilla phasellus faucibus scelerisque eleifend donec pretium. Vulputate mi sit amet mauris Lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed. Non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies. Risus viverra adipiscing at in tellus integer. Gravida arcu ac tortor dignissim convallis aenean. Viverra tellus in hac habitasse platea dictumst vestibulum rhoncus est.

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The following essay, I am well aware, attempting as it does to present in a Latin dress subjects that philosophers of consummate ability and profound learning have already handled in Greek, is sure to encounter criticism from different quarters. Certain persons, and those not without some pretension to letters, disapprove of the study of philosophy altogether. Others do not so greatly object to it provided it be followed in dilettante fashion; but they do not think it ought to engage so large an amount of one's interest and attention. A third class, learned in Greek literature and contemptuous of Latin, will say that they prefer to spend their time in reading Greek. Lastly, I suspect there will be some who will wish to divert me to other fields of authorship, asserting that this kind of composition, though a graceful recreation, is beneath the dignity of my character and position. To all of these objections I suppose I ought to make some brief reply.

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Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her. She was the youngest of the two daughters of a most affectionate, indulgent father, and had, in consequence of her sister's marriage, been mistress of his house from a very early period. Her mother had died too long ago for her to have more than an indistinct remembrance of her caresses, and her place had been supplied by an excellent woman as governess, who had fallen little short of a mother in affection. Sixteen years had Miss Taylor been in Mr. Woodhouse's family, less as a governess than a friend, very fond of both daughters, but particularly of Emma. Between them it was more the intimacy of sisters. Even before Miss Taylor had ceased to hold the nominal office of governess, the mildness of her temper had hardly allowed her to impose any restraint; and the shadow of authority being now long passed away, they had been living together as friend and friend very mutually attached, and Emma doing just what she liked; highly esteeming Miss Taylor's judgment, but directed chiefly by her own.

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“Oh God,” he thought, “what a strenuous occupation I've chosen! Always on the road, day out, day in. The rigors of the job are much greater than if I were working locally, and, furthermore, the nuisances of traveling are always imposed upon me—the worries about train connections, bad meals at irregular intervals, fleeting human contact that is ever-changing, never lasting, and never expected to be genuine. To the devil with it all!” He felt a slight itching on the top of his abdomen. He slowly pushed himself on his back closer to the bedpost so that he could lift his head more easily, found the itchy area, which was entirely covered with small white spots — he did not know what to make of them—and wanted to feel the place with a leg. But he retracted it immediately, for the contact felt like a cold shower all over him. He slid back again into his earlier position. “This getting up early,” he thought, “makes one completely idiotic.

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