Wine no longer cheers my heart; a little of it makes me sad—much, depressed. My soul is dull and slack, in vain do I jab the spur of its desire into its side; it is exhausted, it can no longer raise itself up in its royal jump. I have lost my allusions.
—Either/Or (via sorensays)
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