Created on Monday, September 24, 2007.
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“I found myself back in the sepulchural city resenting the sight of people hurrying through the streets to filch a little money from each other, to devour their infamous cookery, to gulp their unwholesome beer, to dream their insignificant and silly dreams. They trespassed upon my thoughts. They were intruders whose knowledge of life was to me an irritating pretence, because I felt so sure they could not possibly know the things I knew.”

— Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

That's all there is, there isn't any more.
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