Life is very largely a matter of supplementations and completions. On a secondhand bookstall, one sees a book that he fancies to be complete, only to find, on arrival home, that he has bought an odd volume. The first impulse is to destroy the useless time. But the thought that, just possibly, its companion may turn up, leads to a more charitable judgement and it is relegated to the dust of a topmost recess.
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