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Our Greatest Pleasure, Surely, Is In Fragments, Just As We Derive The Most Pleasure From Life If We Regard It As A Fragment, Whereas The Whole And The Complete And The Perfect Are Basically Abhorrent.

On The Other Hand, Whatever Condition We Are In, We Must Always Do What We Want To Do ,and If We Want To Go On A Journey, Then We Must Do So And Not Worry About Our Condition, Even If It's The Worst Possible Condition, Because, If It Is, We're Finished Anyway, Whether We Go On The Journey Or Not, And It's Better To Die Having Made The Journey We've Been Longing For Than To Be Stifled By Our Longing.

Very Often We Write Down A Sentence Too Early, Then Another Too Late; What We Have To Do Is Write It Down At The Proper Time, Otherwise It's Lost.

Everything Is What It Is, That's All. If We Keep Attaching Meanings And Mysteries To Everything We Perceive, Everything We See That Is, And To Everything That Goes On Inside Us, We Are Bound To Go Crazy Sooner Or Later, I Thought.

I Would Be The Unhappiest Person Imaginable, Confronted Daily With Disastrous Works Crying Out With Errors, Imprecision, Carelessness, Amateurishness. I Avoided This Punishment By Destroying Them, I Thought, And Suddenly I Took Great Pleasure In The Word Destroying.