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“Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.”

Lowkey not loving this as much as I thought it would — it’s very loony and drippy in its prose and style, kind of a mix between a destabilizing poet and a Virginia Wolfe ‘narrator becoming the thoughts of the characters’ type thing — and I think it’s something that eventually is going to suck me in and hold me there, but for now im just unimpressed and bored.

But a stranger said I should read it so yk

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