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Apparently, now and again adults take the time to sit down and contemplate what a disaster their life is.

I shall be in the simple foundation, in the silent desert where diversity is never seen, in the privacy where no one finds himself in his proper place. I shall fall into the silent and uninhabited divinity where there is no work and no image.

I am alone at the furthest periphery of existence.

Karr is a dazzling raconteur. An intoxicating read.

How can old wounds heal while maggots linger so richly? Or a peace hold for ever built on slaughter and a magician‘s trickery?