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"It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter."
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"Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence."
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