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There Is A Way To Master Silence Control Its Curves, Inhabit Its Dark Corners And Listen To The Hiss Of Time Outside

Although I Knew Enough Freud To Believe That The Sex Urge Was An Important Mainspring Of Life, It Still Seemed To Me That Any Conscious Manifestation Of Sex Was Necessarily Ludicrous. Defecation And Copulation Were Two Activities Which Made A Human Being Totally Ridiculous. At Least The Former Could Be Conducted In Private, But The Latter By Definition Demanded A Partner. I Discovered, Though, That Whenever I Ventured This Opinion, People Took It As A Joke.

If People And Their Manner Of Living Were Alike Everywhere, There Would Not Be Much Point In Moving From One Place To Another.

The Act Of Living Had Been Enjoyable; At Some Point When I Was Not Paying Attention, It Had Turned Into A Different Sort Of Experience, To Whose Grimness I Had Grown So Accustomed That I Now Took It For Granted.

I've Always Wanted To Get As Far As Possible From The Place Where I Was Born. Far Both Geographically And Spiritually. To Leave It Behind ... I Feel That Life Is Very Short And The World Is There To See And One Should Know As Much About It As Possible. One Belongs To The Whole World, Not Just One Part Of It.