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the prophet goes underground
“No more gambling and no more theater—I was probably in the realm of truth. But truth, cher ami, is a colossal bore.”
— 13 hours, 11 min ago
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“No more gambling and no more theater—I was probably in the realm of truth. But truth, cher ami, is a colossal bore.”
sophia
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“But very soon the frivolity of seriousness struck me and I merely went on playing my role as well as I could. I played at being efficient, intelligent, virtuous, civic-minded, shocked, indulgent, fellow-spirited, edifying … In short, there’s no need of going on, you have already grasped that I was like my Dutchmen who are here without being here: I was absent at the moment when I took up the most space.”
— 13 hours, 23 min ago
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i too need to start calling people d’artagnan
“I don’t say succeed in making them happy or even in making myself happy through them. No, simply succeed.”
— 13 hours, 39 min ago
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“I don’t say succeed in making them happy or even in making myself happy through them. No, simply succeed.”
sophia
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At times, late on those nights when the dancing, the slight intoxication, my wild enthusiasm, everyone’s violent unrestraint would fill me with a tired and overwhelmed rapture, it would seem to me—at the breaking point of fatigue and for a second’s flash—that at last I understood the secret of creatures & the world. But my fatigue would disappear the next day, and with it the secret; I would rush forth anew.
— 13 hours, 58 min ago
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camus, soliloquizing, satie, sighing, me, inordinately happy
“All these people, eh? out so late despite this rain which hasn’t let up for days. Fortunately there is gin, the sole glimmer of light in this darkness. Do you feel the golden, copper-colored light it kindles in you? I like walking through the city of an evening in the warmth of gin. I walk for nights on end, I dream or talk to myself interminably.”
— 14 hours, 15 min ago
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“All these people, eh? out so late despite this rain which hasn’t let up for days. Fortunately there is gin, the sole glimmer of light in this darkness. Do you feel the golden, copper-colored light it kindles in you? I like walking through the city of an evening in the warmth of gin. I walk for nights on end, I dream or talk to myself interminably.”
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THE EXISTENTIALIST GRIND NEVER STOPS! ☝️💯🗣️🪨🏺
— 14 hours, 30 min ago
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