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Sob, heavy world Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy.
— W. H. Auden
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Like a saint's vision of beatitude. Like the veil of things as they seem drawn back by an unseen hand. For a second you see—and seeing the secret, are the secret. For a second there is meaning! Then the hand lets the veil fall and you are alone, lost in the fog again, and you stumble on toward nowhere, for no good reason!
— Eugene O'Neill
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