“But I was nineteen,... «Distress»
Meevir17 июня 2014“But I was nineteen, there’s no getting around it. And I’d lost God. What can I say? I read Sartre, I read Camus, I read Nietzche–” I winced. Michael was puzzled. “You have a problem with Friedrich ?” The cramp tightened. I replied through gritted teeth, “Not at all. All the best European philosophers went mad and committed suicide.”
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