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Everything has turned sour, I’ll never be carried away with joy again. There’s a terrible clarity dominating everything. As though the world were made of crystal so that you only have to flick part of it with your fingernail for a tiny shudder to run through it all.… And then the loneliness—it’s something that burns.
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In light of the election year, I’ve decided to use dialogue from a couple of books that I’ve read in the recent past that deal with the power of politics and the impact it has on individual’s lives. 1,402 more words