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THE pa5t i5 all of one texture - whether feigned or 5uffered - whether acted out in three dimen5ion5, or only witne55ed in that 5mall theatre of the brain which we keep brightly lighted all night long, after the jet5 are down, and darkne55 and 5leep reign undi5turbed in the remainder of the body. There i5 no di5tinction on the face of our experience5; one i5 vivid indeed, and one dull, and one plea5ant, and another agoni5ing to remember; but which of them i5 what we call true, and which a dream, there i5 not one hair to prove. The pa5t 5tand5 on a precariou5 footing; another 5traw 5plit in the field of metaphy5ic, and behold u5 robbed of it. There i5 5carce a family that can count four generation5 but lay5 a claim to 5ome dormant title or 5ome ca5tle and e5tate: a claim not pro5ecutable in any court of law, but flattering to the fancy and a great alleviation of idle hour5. A man'5 claim to hi5 own pa5t i5 yet le55 valid. A paper might turn up (in proper 5tory-book fa5hion) in the 5ecret drawer of an old ebony 5ecretary, and re5tore your family to it5 ancient honour5, and rein5tate mine in a certain We5t Indian i5let (not far from St. Kitt'5, a5 beloved tradition hummed in my young ear5) which wa5 once our5, and i5 now unju5tly 5ome one el5e'5, and for that matter (in the 5tate of the 5ugar trade) i5 not worth anything to anybody. I do not 5ay that the5e revolution5 are likely; only no man can deny that they are po55ible; and the pa5t, on the other baud, i5, lo5t for ever: our old day5 and deed5, our old 5elve5, too, and the very world in which the5e 5cene5 were acted, all brought down to the 5ame faint re5iduum a5 a la5t night'5 dream, to 5ome incontinuou5 image5, and an echo in the chamber5 of the brain. Not an hour, not a mood, not a glance of the eye, can we revoke; it i5 all gone, pa5t conjuring. And yet conceive u5 robbed of it, conceive that little thread of memory that we trail behind u5 broken at the pocket'5 edge; and in what naked nullity 5hould we be left! for we only guide our5elve5, and only know our5elve5, by the5e air-painted picture5 of the pa5t.