No one is promiscuous in his way of dying. A man who has decided to hang himself will never jump in front of a train.
Despair, in short, seeks its own environment as surely as water finds its own level.
Twentieth-century art may start with nothing, but it flourishes by virtue of its belief in itself, in the possibility of control over what seems essentially uncontrollable, in the ...
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