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But of what use is it to be whitewashed and trim outside, to have pleasant creepers and tidy shutters, when inside one’s soul wanders through empty rooms, mournfully shivers in damp and darkness, is hungry and no one brings it food, is cold and no one lights a fire, is miserable and tired and there’s no chair to sit on?

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