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How One Can Live Without Being Able To Judge Oneself, Criticize What One Has Accomplished, And Still Enjoy What One Does, Is Unimaginable To Me.

Everything Becomes So Problematic Because Of Basic Faults: From A Discontent With Myself.

If I Have A Stupid Day, Everything Looks Wrong To Me.

Papa Always Makes It Clear That He Would Like To Know Me As Much More Rational And Lucid Than The Girls And Women He Gets To Know During His Analytic Hours.

We Are Imprisoned In The Realm Of Life, Like A Sailor On His Tiny Boat, On An Infinite Ocean.