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Willa Cather, My Ántonia: "I was something
that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be
anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and
become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge.
At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and
great."
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