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I cannot explain the deep emotion with which
I open this book again. Here I write but never after
read what I have written for what I write is done
in the process of forming a conception. Yet I cannot
forget that here are the germs of the theory of the cate-
gories which is (if anything is) the gift I make to
the world. That is my child. [Thru ?] it I shall live when
oblivion has me -- my body.