«(…) With a shudder I dismiss the thought that the prison is my mortal body and the escape that awaits me, the separation of the soul, the beginning of a life beyond this earth»
«(…) I am trying to read in the succession of things presented to me every day the world’s intentions toward me, and I grope my way, knowing that there can exist no dictionary that will translate into words the burden of obscure allusions that lurks in these things»
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