Citater
I stopped in the sloping market square, and gradually I felt flooded by a powerful sense of communion with the people passing by. Each man was my brother and each woman my sister. We were so very much alike. So fragile, impermanent, and easily destroyed. We trustingly went to and fro beneath the sky, which had nothing good in store for us.
How do we all look down here, as perceived by its senses? Like shadows? Like bundles of shudders, sources of noise
One has to tell people what to think. There’s no alternative. Otherwise someone else will do it.’
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