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He looked down at the board. `Perhaps it is stupid, or absurd, or foolish, that men should concern themselves with such things.' `Kaissa?' I asked. `Yes,' he said. `Now,' I said, `you are being truly foolish.' `Perhaps that is all it is, after all,' he said, `the meaningless movement of bits of wood on a checkered surface.' `And love,' I said, `is only a disturbance in the glands and music only a stirring in the air.' `And yet it is all I know,' he said. `Kaissa, like love and music, is its own justification,' I said. `It requires no other.'
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