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THE LYING ORIENTAL
THERE is a parasite in man, which no amount of energy and labor can
wholly exterminate. It creeps through the
complex structure of modern life, clings
instinctively to every available thread of
human intercourse, and finally, like a silk
worm, weaves its own cocoon in the heart
only to emerge from it better armed.
For no matter how abounding our energy, how productive our labors, we find at a certain stage of our achievements that external agencies, often, it is true, of our own making, are unremittingly assiduous in our service. A man of fortune can not stop his money from doing his Work; a successful man of genius can not place a ban upon his reputation; an inventor is helpless against the ever increasing activities of his invention; and even a laborer, with recognized honesty and skill, can not tell how much of his savings he actually earned with the sweat of his brow.
Thus we live more or less upon our own
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