Now this thoughtthat life and love and happiness are transitoryis, with Chaucer, a commonplace reflection. The lecturer glances at his watch. It is an element in his nature. The lecturer gathers up his papers, slips them into the green cloth bag which marks him as a Harvard professor. It beats in his heart and flows in his veins and. . . . Every eye in the class watches with fascination as the lecturer removes his pince-nez, stretches it at arm's length, lets it snap back on a spring winding device to his lapel. . . . catches in his...
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