Lost on a fogbound spit of sand In shoes that pinched me, close at hand I heard the plash of Charon’s oar, Who ferries no one to a happy shore.
“I want to do away with everything behind man, so that there is nothing to see when he looks back. I want to take him by the scruff of the neck and turn his face toward the future!“
Leonid Andreyev
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