In solitude there grows what anyone brings into it, the inner beast too. Therefore solitude is inadvisable to many. Thus Spoke Zarathustra
My dreams are the problems of the day stepped up to absurdity, a little like men dancing, wearing the horns and masks of animals. The Winter of Our Discontent
I am a sick man... I am a wicked man. An unattractive man. Notes from Underground
“Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring / Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling: / The Bird of Time has but a little way / To flutter — and the Bird is on the Wing.” Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
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