by the company he keeps,
by the praise he gives,
by his dress,
by his tastes,
by his distastes,
by the stories he tells,
by his gait,
by the notion of his eye,
by the look of his house,
of his chamber;
for nothing on earth is solitary
but every thing hath affinities infinite."
▪ Ralph Waldo Emerson ▪
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