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Friday, February 03, 2017
tastes of folly and bewilderment
“My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and
harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and
bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no
longer want to lie to themselves.”
2 comments:
ah, the German brevity.
It is admirable (sometimes).
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