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Woe to him who does not even know himself to defiantly refuse,or die simply and quietly - and can't be silent, he tolerated listening insilence with h..
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Our days become nothing to be manipulated, because we always miss something. We cower like miserable dogs for paltry pittance in front of powerful, go..
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The theater performance of The Tragedy of Man has just
ended in the only one still available in the small motel - like boarding house
where , on the..
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It's business as usual. Most of us are a babbling bunch of sheep, hesitantly bellowing or explaining catastrophic idiocy! For the worms, maggots, worm..
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Someone died in the house again. The trumpets of Jericho were silenced, while the choir of the archangels was silenced... A stormy Zhivago wind raged ..
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When he was secretly preparing to become famous, it was
precisely bucks like this that made him bitter.
When he rarely turned on the TV, it was as..
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You want to hurry it more and more. When you're a child you hysterically demand instant adulthood so you can be taken seriously. When you grow up you ..
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Countdown. Like when a baby tries to walk; first he balances on four legs with a hesitant wobble, then he tries a little more daringly on two, then he..
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When he goes out into the street , everyone stares at
him.
He even takes part in a real impromptu whistle concert as
he climbs onto the tram ..
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Like a bruise, cheap, bawdy memories of slaps on the wrist pierce the walls of the soul, the everyday calvary of a murder, even though something only ..
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