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the most abrupt changes, and when in this mood we walk down the longest streets – then for that duration of that evening we have escaped our family once and for all, so it drifts into vaporousness, whereas we ourselves, as indisputable and sharp and black as a silhouette, smacking the backs of our thighs, come into our true nature.

And all this may even be accentuated if, at this late hour, we go to seek some friend, to see how he is doing.

From The Sudden Walk, 1913 (trans. Michael Hoffman, 2007)


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