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I remember, I remember how my childhood fleeted by. The mirth of its December, and the warmth of its July.
— Winthrop Mackworth Praed
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Humanity had to inflict terrible injuries on itself before the self, the identical, purpose-directed, masculine character of human beings was created, and something of this process is repeated in every childhood.
— Theodor Adorno
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