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<nooze> Man, I remember 1959 like it was 1 years ago! |
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Nothing is funnier than unhappiness... Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world. And we laugh, we laugh, with a will, in the beginning. But it's always the same thing. Yes, it's like the funny story we have heard too often, we still find it funny, but we don't laugh any more.
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To every man his little cross...
Till he dies... And is forgotten.
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1. That passed the time.
2. It would have passed...
3a in any case.
3b Yes, but not so rapidly.
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- Well, shall we go?
- Yes,
- let's go.
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It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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We are no longer the same, you wiser but not sadder, and I sadder but not wiser, for wiser I could hardly become without grave personal inconvenience, whereas sorrow is a thing you can keep adding to all your life long, is it not, like a stamp or an egg collection, without feeling very much the worse for it, is it not.
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A Different Sam posted on Futurenews!
Posted at 2009-06-21 14:22:00 in response to Shay
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And truly it little matters what I say, this or that or any other thing. Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong. You invent nothing, you think you are inventing, you think you are escaping, and all you do is stammer out your lesson, the remnants of a pensum one day got by heart and long forgotten, life without tears, as it is wept.
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Don't wait to be hunted to hide, that's always been my motto.
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A Different Sam posted on Nostalgia
Posted at 2009-06-20 07:50:38 in response to Gerrit
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These things I say, and shall say, if I can, are no longer, or are not yet, or never were, or never will be, or if they were, if they are, if they will be, were not here, are not here, will not be here, but elsewhere.
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I don’t like animals. It’s a strange thing, I don’t like men and I don’t like animals. As for God, he is beginning to disgust me.
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