“
the
sorry mess
he had
made
of life,
the years
to come
even
now beginning
to weigh
down,
to crush--
they lost
concreteness,
diffused
into
formless
melancholy.
”
“
the
sorry mess
he had
made
of life,
the years
to come
even
now beginning
to weigh
down,
to crush--
they lost
concreteness,
diffused
into
formless
melancholy.
”
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