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Thoughts on Shedding the Self, or, ‘Who is it that carries this corpse around?’

I have of late—but wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent … Continue reading

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