"The small seed of despair cracks open and sends experimental tendrils upward to the fragile skin of calm holding him together."

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He had thought more than other men, and in matters of the intellect he had that calm objectivity, that certainty of thought and knowledge, such as only really intellectual men have, who have no axe to grind, who never wish to shine, or to talk others down, or to appear always in the right.

— Hermann Hesse