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But I need my ideals. They're such a good excuse for failure!"
"I live my life here as if I were entirely certain of a second life, as if for example I had entirely gotten over the failed time spent in Paris, since I will strive to return soon. Connected to this, the sight of the sharply divided light and shadow on the street paving.
For a moment I felt myself covered in armor.
How distant, for example, are the muscles of my arms."
-the diary of Franz Kafka, 21 February 1911