Some, and we can know them, have a curious uncertain kind of feeling
when they think of themselves as they were then and some so lose the
feeling of continuous life inside them.
It is a very different feeling each kind of man and woman has inside in
them about the baby the very little thing that was once all them, and
the little thing that comes into the world by them, and the very little
things that all about fill the world every moment with beginning.
There are many kinds of men and many kinds of women and each kind of
them have a different feeling in them about the baby that was once all
them. There are many kinds of men and many kinds of women and there are
many millions made of each kind of them. Each one of the many millions
of each kind of them have it in them a little to be different from all
the other millions of their kind of them, but all of each kind of them
have it in them to have the same kind of feeling about the little thing
that was once all them, about the little things that come to a beginning
through them, about the little things beginning all around them. There
are many kinds of men and many kinds of women and this will be a history
of all the kinds of them and of pairs of them.
As I was saying every man and every woman was a little baby once and
knowing nothing. I am saying there are many ways of feeling it inside
them in the many kinds of men and women that they were little things
once then and that was then all there was of them and they were dandled
and fixed and kissed then, little things then and knowing nothing.
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