Life is infinitely
stranger than anything
which the mind of man
could invent. We would
not dare to conceive the
things which are really mere
commonplaces of existence. If we
could fly out of that window hand
in hand, hover over this great city,
gently remove the roofs, and and
peep in at the queer things which
are going on, the strange
coincidences, the plannings, the
cross-purposes, the wonderful
chains of events, working through
generations, and leading to the
most outre results, it would make
all fiction with its conventionalities
and foreseen conclusions most stale
and unprofitable


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