It was like stepping into the end of the world. At once, my eyes were blinded by a white glow, harsh and pitiless as a flare from an atomic bomb. Almost as blinding was the noise. It struck me in an endless roar. It took me a moment to realize that it was made up of words. Hundreds of thousands of intermingled voices, each crying over each other in fragments. Chapter One. I am Born You have been in every line I have read. Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else… And the mists had all solemnly risen now, and the world lay
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