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Excerpt from Human Sadness These last I recognise they are of my kindred. While joyous, and passing on in the triumphal march of life, they had no need of me, I had no need of them. A tear has fallen Ye weep I ye are my esh, ye are my blood my hands are stretched out towards you; they tremble, they are weak, weaker perhaps than your own; but take them, will you not? Sad How completely this one word is the very secret of our day- Flourishes Of trumpets, cries of the chase, bursts of orchestral music gallop of race-horses shouts of laughter, racket of gaieties, there is nothing else to be heard. The clamour is at the highest, when 10 a note rises, swells, pierces, overpowers; ever more and more heart-rending; an agonizing note, the cry of the distressed soul lamenting in the midst of pleasures. And yet it is not the most unhappy that are the most sad. There is something worse than the pangs of misfortune, there is the passive state of a subjugated heart. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.