One receives as reward for much ennui, despondency, boredom --such as a solitude without friends, books, duties, passions must bring with it --those quarter-hours of profoundest ...
What is interesting about self-analysis is that it leads nowhere -- it is an art form in itself.
The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.
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