“How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like
a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun
pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on a good many folk,
but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I.
How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence
of the great elemental forces of Nature!”
Arthur Conan Doyle
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