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Monday, November 13, 2006
Human Life
Wilkie Collins, The Moonstone, First Period, chap. XV:
'This is a miserable world,' says the Sergeant. 'Human life, Mr Betteredge, is a sort of target — misfortune is always firing at it, and always hitting the mark.'