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The Fact That Our Task Is Exactly Commensurate With Our Life Gives It The Appearance Of Being Infinite.

The Purpose Of A Story Is To Be An Axe That Breaks Up The Ice Within Us.

From A Real Antagonist One Gains Boundless Courage.

Humility Provides Everyone, Even Him Who Despairs In Solitude, With The Strongest Relationship To His Fellow Man.

He Thought Back On His Family With Deep Emotion And Love. His Conviction That He Would Have To Disappear Was, If Possible, Even Firmer Than His Sister's. He Remained In This State Of Empty And Peaceful Reflection Until The Tower Clock Struck Three In The Morning. He Still Saw That Outside The Window Everything Was Beginning To Grow Light. Then, Without His Consent, His Head Sank Down To The Floor, And From His Nostrils Streamed His Last Weak Breath.