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Amalfitano felt the breeze on his face. He was sweating and the irregular gusts of air dried the little drops of perspiration and occluded his soul. As if I were in Trendelenburg’s study, he thought, as if I were following in Whitehead’s footsteps along the edge of a canal, as if I were approaching Guyau’s sickbed and asking him for advice. What would his response have been? Be happy. Live in the moment. Be good. Or rather: Who are you? What are you doing here? Go away.

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taffy - ladd, syn, cuth
ladd - cape