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"From under the roof of my umbrella I saw the washed pavement lapsing beneath my feet, the news-posters lying smeared with dirt at the crossings, the tracks of the busses in the liquid mud. On I went through this dreary world of wetness. And through what long perspectives of the years shall I still hurry down wet streets—middle-aged, and then, perhaps, very old? And on what errands?"
But Fate, who is also a great stylist, does not answer rhetorical questions.
*Trivia, More Trivia, Afterthoughts, Last Words.