A man, upon dying, becomes a picture, a word. What are these, but pathetic articles of memory, trying in vain to hold back a long lost soul? A soul that has been caught by inescapable Death - that valley of no return. Of what use is this image, this name?
A man in another's heart is an inexpressible image - the only expression possible is a tear from a melted heart.
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