We are an unfortunate priest-ridden race and always were and always will be tell the end of the chapter.... A priest-ridden Godforsaken race. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
He that knows not what the world is, knows not where he is himself. He that knows not for what he was made, knows not what he is nor what the world is. Book VIII
"Nothing would stop Gregor's father as he drove him back, making hissing noises at him like a wild man." Metamorphosis and Other Stories
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