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... I remember you and recall you without
effort, without exercise of will; that is, by natural impulse, indicated
by a sense of duty, or of obligation. And that, I take it, is the only
sort of remembering worth the having. When we think of friends, and call
their faces out of the shadows, and their voices out of the echoes that
faint along the corridors of memory, and do it without knowing why save
that we love to do it, we content ourselves that friendship is a Reality,
and not a Fancy -- that it is built upon a rock, and not upon the sands
that dissolve away with the ebbing tides and carry their monuments with
them.
Samuel Clemens
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