He looked at a kind of dark finality through wind-blown stirring nausea and proportion surrounding his sidewalk. He was as unconcerned and killable as a flower, from whose death as little can be gained as that of a flower. A lifetime passed in a minute.
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This quote was added December 4, 2007.