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"the predominate note will seem one of bitterness, and bitterness there is to the full. but thee is also a wild extravagance, a mad gaiety, a verve, a gusto, at times almost a delerium. a continual oscillation between extremes, with bare stretches that taste like brass and leave the full flavor of emptiness. it is beyond optimism or pessimism. the author has given us the last frission. pain has no more secret recesses." ~anais nin, in the preface to henry miller's, "tropic of cancer" |
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