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In short, the observer is choked with observations. Only to prevent us from being submerged by chaos, nature and society between them have arranged a system of classification which is simplicity itself… But the difficulty remains - one has to choose… Never was there a harsher necessity - or one which entails greater pain, more certain disaster - for wherever I seat myself, I die in exile.

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“Talking, talking, talking - as if everything could be talked: the soul itself slipped through the lips in thin silver discs which dissolve in young men’s minds like silver, like moonlight. Oh, far away they’d remember it, and deep in fullness gaze back on it, and come to refresh themselves again.”