"He remembered that she was pretty, and, more, that she had a special grace in the intimacy of life. She had the secret of individuality which excites ...

Droll thing life is -- that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself -- that comes too late -- a crop of inextinguishable regrets.
~ Joseph Conrad ~












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"He lived then before me, he lived as much as he had ever lived---a shadow insatiable of splendid appearances, of frightful realities, a shadow darker ...
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"Whether he knew of this deficiency himself I can't say. I think the knowledge came to him at last--only at the very last. But the wilderness found him...
"I found myself back in the sepulchral city resenting the sight of people hurrying through the streets to filch a little money from each other, to devo...
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"The mysteries of a universe made of drops of fire and clods of mud do not concern us in the least. The fate of humanity condemned ultimately to perish...
"Are not our lives too short for that full utterance which through all our stammerings is of course our only and abiding intention?
"This mournful and restless sound was a fit accompaniment to my meditations.
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