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" But in the end, when you stop to think about it, we are, after all, no more than mere particles of dust, drifting along together through eternity, and so it is pleasant to think that we have—in this way or that, for better or for worse—reached out and touched one another. That, in the end, is what chemistry is all about, isn’t it? "
― Alan Bradley , The Golden Tresses of the Dead (Flavia de Luce, #10)