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5.
To the Venturer Who Hath Conceit
A man saith in a crowd, I have been about upon the world. Say thou unto him, What—thou travellest like a tree, hoss; sit down. For Habogus, born a slapabout underfoot, he hath proliferated unto every cranny of the world; forsooth, in every place unto which he hath been scatterd, there doth remain a part of him still, belov-ed more than doth its keeper love his own flesh. That, then, is travelling.
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