Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Giants and Dwarfs

A long twilight limped on before me, a fatally weary, fatally intoxicated sadness, which spake with yawning mouth.

"Eternally he returneth, the man of whom thou art weary, the small man"- so yawned my sadness, and dragged its foot and could not go to sleep.
- Nietzsche, "Zarathustra"

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