I spend many delightful hours thinking of the pleasant and beautiful things of life. ‘Nevertheless, he will neither help me, nor will I seek his help. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. But it was otherwise with the carpenter. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. Unless we can get some optimism into him, he'll probably start this all over again when he gets on his feet.
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