Always the same world, and yet one has patience.
Boundless goodwill. Falling away of neurotic obsessive anxiety complexes. All those present take on the hues of the comic.
One is aware of how very long one's sentences are.
A feeling of understanding Poe much better now.
You follow the same paths as before only they are strewn with roses.
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