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　　Those who make believe to be dumb，and look as if they never could move，come creeping to his window with their stories and with trays crowded with bright toys.

　　I wish I could travel by the road that crosses baby's mind，and out beyond all bounds;

　　Where messengers run errands for no cause between the kingdoms of kings of no history;

　　Where Reason makes kites of the laws and flies them，and Truth sets Fact free from its fetters.