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Go and perch on the epicycle of Mercury and from there, like Reamur who classifies flies into seamstresses, surveyors, and harvesters, you can divide up the human species into woodworkers, carpenters, roofers, dancers, singers  whatever you like. GO AND PERCH ON THE EPICYCLE OF MERCURY AND FROM THERE LIKE REMOUR WHO CLASSIFIES FLIES INTO SEAMSTRESSES SURVEYORS AND HARVESTERS YOU CAN DIVIDE UP THE HUMAN SPECIES INTO WOOD WORKERS CARPENTERS ROOFERS DANCERS SINGERS WHATEVER YOU LIKE
p of the wheel, tomorrow at the bottom. Damned circumstances lead us along, and lead us really badly. Then, drinking up what remained at the bottom of the bottle, he spoke to the man next to him: "Sir, would you be so good as to give me a pinch of snuff. That's a lovely box you have there. Are you a musician?" "No." "All the better for you, for they're poor buggers, a pitiful bunch. Destiny wanted me to be a musician, while in a mill in Montmartre there's perhaps a miller or a miller's helper who never listens to anything but the sound of the ratchet but who'd have made up some fine songs. Rameau, go to the mill--the mill that's where you belong." ME: Whatever a man devotes himself to, nature has destined him for that. HIM: She makes some strange blunders. In my case, I'm not looking down from that height where everything merges into one--where the man who prunes a tree with cutters and the caterpillar who eats the leaves seem nothing but two different insects, each doing his own work. BLE IN THIS WORLD TO DAY AT THE TOP OF THE WHEEL TO MORROW AT THE BOTTOM DAMNED CIRCUMSTANCES LEAD US ALONG AND LEAD US REALLY BADLY THEN DRINKING UP WHAT REMAINED AT THE BOTTOM OF THE BOTTLE HE SPOKE TO THE MAN NEXT TO HIM SIR WOULD YOU BE SO GOOD AS TO GIVE ME A PINCH OF SNUFF THAT'S A LOVELY BOX YOU HAVE THERE ARE YOU A MUSICIAN NO ALL THE BETTER FOR YOU FOR THEY'RE POOR BUGGERS A PITIFUL BUNCH DESTINY WANTED ME TO BE A MUSICIAN WHILE IN A MILL IN MONTMARTRA THERE'S PERHAPS A MILLER OR A MILLER'S HELPER WHO NEVER LISTENS TO ANYTHING BUT THE SOUND OF THE WRETCHED BUT WHO'D HAVE MADE UP SOME FINE SONGS RAMO GO TO THE MILL THE MILL THAT'S WHERE YOU BELONG ME WHATEVER A MAN DEVOTES HIMSELF TO NATURE HAS DESTINED HIM FOR THAT HIM SHE MAKES SOME STRANGE BLUNDERS IN MY CASE I'M NOT LOOKING DOWN FROM THAT HEIGHT WHERE EVERYTHING MERGES INTO ONE WHERE THE MAN WHO PRUNES A TREE WITH CUTTERS AND THE CATERPILLAR WHO EATS THE LEAVES SEEMS NOTHING BUT TWO DIFFERENT INSECTS EACH DOING HIS OWN WORK
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