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And why cannot we move in Time as we move about in the other
inequalities of the surface, man had no freedom of vertical
from the present moment. Our mental existences, which are
immaterial and have no dimensions, are passing along the
him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes
that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his
patents, embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat
animated. The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance of the