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I Never Could Bear The Idea Of Anyone's Expecting Something From Me. It Always Made Me Want To Do Just The Opposite.

But I Must Finally Realize That I Am Subject To These Sudden Transformations. The Thing Is That I Rarely Think; A Crowd Of Small Metamorphoses Accumulate In Me Without My Noticing It, And Then, One Fine Day, A Veritable Revolution Takes Place.

What Never Vary Are The Necessities Of Being In The World, Of Having To Labor And To Die There.

Smooth And Smiling Faces Everywhere, But Ruin In Their Eyes.

I Confused Things With Their Names: That Is Belief.