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But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit what I shall soon cease to be - a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to myself.
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I worship individuals for their highest possibilities as individuals, and I loathe humanity, for its failure to live up to these possibilities.
