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Why then the world’s mine oyster / Which I with sword will open.
The head that will become a skull is already empty. Madness is the déjà-là of death.
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
True translation is transparent: it does not obscure the original, does not stand in its light, but rather allows pure language.
No grand idea was ever born in a conference, but a lot of foolish ideas have died there. —F. Scott Fitzgerald
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