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The ways of the world are cloudy to me, and I don't understand much about anything, it seems, as the weather grows alternately hot and cold and the flowers continue to do what they do, and the books stay on the shelves, and the cats stroll around and play with bits of paper and string., and the stapler just sits there like it has some function, and the people of the world go about their business, and do what they usually do, and