What was misfortune, he said to himself, what was it but a faraway speck of black in the blue of even the serenest sky, a speck that, all of a sudden, grows larger, turns into a huge, pitiless bird and dives upon its unfortunate prey like a vulture upon a carcase? Or a trap of which you have been forewarned, which, even, you can clearly see, but into which, nevertheless, you cannot help putting your foot?
— May 09, 2022 06:52AM
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