Anything can happen: anything. Or nothing. Who can say? The world, monstrous, is made that way, and in the end consumes us all. Who am I, administrated or no, to have the audacity to survive it?
“Come forth, old lion, from thy den, Come, be the gaze of idle men, Old lion, shake thy mane and growl, Or they will take thee for an owl.”
Walter Savage Landor | “On Himself”
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