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If I could, I would stop the passage of time.But hour follows on hour, minute on minute, each second robbing me of a morsel of myself for the nothing of tomorrow.I shall never experience this moment again.
Solitude is indeed dangerous for a working intelligence.We need to have around us people who think and speak.When we are alone for a long time we people the void with phantoms.
Whether we are describing a king, an assassin, a thief, an honest man, a prostitute, a nun, a young girl, or a stallholder in a market, it is always ourselves that we are describing.
It is the lives we encounter that make life worth living.