{"id":"01KG8AMZ4DAFDDEY4KKE383FMS","cid":"bafkreiedioby7faxvppkjwjetya3tmjpqlf2cyf7vtttob4lzdu25g7egy","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":12493,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:52.924Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 2","source_file":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","start_line":12458,"text":"\r\n\"Lord! my law-business overwhelms me! I must drive away some of my\r\nclients; I must have my exercise, and this ever-growing business denies\r\nit to me. Besides, I owe something to the sublime cause of the general\r\nhumanity; I must displace some of my briefs for my metaphysical\r\ntreatises. I can not waste all my oil over bonds and mortgages.--You\r\nsaid you were married, I think?\"\r\n\r\nBut without stopping for any reply, he rattled on. \"Well, I suppose it\r\nis wise after all. It settles, centralizes, and confirms a man, I have\r\nheard.--No, I didn't; it is a random thought of my own, that!--Yes, it\r\nmakes the world definite to him; it removes his morbid _sub_jectiveness,\r\nand makes all things _ob_jective; nine small children, for instance, may\r\nbe considered _ob_jective. Marriage, hey!--A fine thing, no doubt, no\r\ndoubt:--domestic--pretty--nice, all round. But I owe something to the\r\nworld, my boy! By marriage, I might contribute to the population of men,\r\nbut not to the census of mind. The great men are all bachelors, you\r\nknow. Their family is the universe: I should say the planet Saturn was\r\ntheir elder son; and Plato their uncle.--So you are married?\"\r\n\r\nBut again, reckless of answers, Charlie went on. \"Pierre, a thought, my\r\nboy;--a thought for you! You do not say it, but you hint of a low\r\npurse. Now I shall help you to fill it--Stump the State on the Kantian\r\nPhilosophy! A dollar a head, my boy! Pass round your beaver, and you'll\r\nget it. I have every confidence in the penetration and magnanimousness\r\nof the people! Pierre, hark in your ear;--it's my opinion the world is\r\nall wrong. Hist, I say--an entire mistake. Society demands an Avatar,--a\r\nCurtius, my boy! to leap into the fiery gulf, and by perishing himself,\r\nsave the whole empire of men! Pierre, I have long renounced the\r\nallurements of life and fashion. Look at my coat, and see how I spurn\r\nthem! Pierre! but, stop, have you ever a shilling! let's take a cold cut\r\nhere--it's a cheap place; I go here sometimes. Come, let's in.\"\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AKV9VF1CGVY5EZYG3FSS0","peer_type":"subsection","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AMZ4B7MZRP49MBBP4DJDC","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:54.413Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:49:30.298Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}