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Camus was a great cleanser of my intellect, ridding me of countless sluggish ideas, and through some of the most unsettling pessimism I have ever encountered causing me to be aroused anew by life's enigmatic promise.

When I was a young writer there had been a stage where Camus, almost more than any other contemporary literary figure, radically set the tone for my own view of life and history.

The intense and sometimes comically strident factionalism that exists in present-day psychiatry - the schism between the believers in psychotherapy and the adherents of pharmacology - resembles the medical quarrels of the eighteenth century (to bleed or not to bleed) and almost defines in itself the inexplicable nature of depression and the difficulty of its treatment.

Depression is a disorder of mood, so mysteriously painful and elusive in the way it becomes known to the self - to the mediating intellect - as to verge close to being beyond description.

"For the thing which
I greatly feared is come upon me,
and that which I was afraid of
Is come unto me.
I was not in safety, neither
had I rest, neither was I quiet;
yet trouble came." - Job

В душе, поражённой депрессией, погода неизменна – в ней никогда не бывает солнца.

...Art Therapy, which is organized infantilism.

...the decision-making of daily life involves not, as in normal affairs, shifting from one annoying situation to another less annoying—or from discomfort to relative comfort, or from boredom to activity—but moving from pain to pain.

А ещё я размышлял над возможностью нарочно заболеть воспалением лёгких совершив долгую прогулку по лесу под дождём в одной рубашке....