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He thought that it was loneliness which he was trying to escape and not himself. But the street ran on: catlike$$$ one place was the same as another to him. But in none of them could he be quiet. But the street ran on in its moods and phases$$$ always empty: he might have seen himself as in numberless avatars$$$ in silence$$$ doomed with motion$$$ driven by the courage of flagged and spurred despair; by the despair of courage whose opportunities had to be flagged and spurred.