“And
why does it make you sad to see how everything hangs by such thin and
whimsical threads? Because you’re a dreamer, an incredible dreamer, with
a tiny spark hidden somewhere inside you which cannot die, which even
you cannot kill or quench and which tortures you horribly because all
the odds are against its continual burning. In the midst of the foulest
decay and putrid savagery, this spark speaks to you of beauty, of human
warmth and kindness, of goodness, of greatness, of heroism, of
martyrdom, and it speaks to you of love.”
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