"Paralysis of will: Where does one not find this cripple today!"Beyond Good and Evil
How much easier when the cold east winds could be warmed to tolerable by bong smoke...
When the frisson of neurasthenia, proof of a finely-tuned humanity, was ample solace...
When the whore, the hustler and the catchpenny were always others...
When the brave cavalry of sublime thoughts promised ventures to brighter lands...
When faith shone in a beloved's face, not a sheep's eye...
How much easier, those how-much-easier days no longer.
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