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"Each of us is a sealed book to the other. And yet you're fond of me and I of you. And you know nothing about me ... nor I about you." "That's true." "You know nothing of my secret self. And I know nothing of your secret self."

"Ah," he thought to himself, "how we all drag with us—every one of us—that burden of vanity in our souls ... which prevents us from living, from really living!..."

"Do you think Ernst is really mad?" he asked. "Perhaps it's not so bad as that," Gerrit ventured. "Everybody is a little mad," said Paul. "Oh, I say!" said Gerrit, in an offended voice. "No, not you," said Paul, genially. "Not you or I. But everybody else has a tile loose."