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An Immense Hatred Keeps Me Alive... I Would Live For A Thousand Years If I Were Certain Of Seeing The Whole World Croak.

I Crawled Back Into Myself All Alone, Just Delighted To Observe That I Was Even More Miserable Than Before, Because I Had Brought A New Kind Of Distress And Something That Resembled True Feeling Into My Solitude.

Maybe I'd Never See Him Again... Maybe He'd Gone For Good... Swallowed Up, Body And Soul, In The Kind Of Stories You Hear About... Ah, It's An Awful Thing... And Being Young Doesn't Help Any... When You Notice For The First Time... The Way You Lose People As You Go Along ... The Buddies You'll Never See Again... Never Again... When You Notice That They've Disappeared Like Dreams... That It's All Over... Finished... That You Too Will Get Lost Someday... A Long Way Off But Inevitably... In The Awful Torrent Of Things And People... Of The Days And Shapes... That Pass... That Never Stop.

The Rich Don't Have To Kill To Eat. They Employ People, As They Call It. The Rich Don't Do Evil Themselves. They Pay. People Do All They Can To Please Them, And Everybody's Happy.

History Doesn't Pass The Dishes Again.