“What matters the death of one man in a million? Unless, indeed, it be a man whose life, like a torch uplifted in darkness, has enlightened and cheered the world — but the death of a mere fashionable 'swell', whose chief talent has been a trick of lying gracefully — who cares for such a one? Society is instinctively relieved to hear that his place is empty , and shall know him no more.”
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