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“Existence in society is itself a kind of sorrow. It is a fall from pure freedom. Every bond is a narrowing. Every bond forecloses other bonds and other avenues. The deeper we go, the more we shed, and if we feel a sorrow for every life unlived, every option aborted, every long leafy promising driveway driven past on our way to somewhere else, then life is an unending trail of sorrows.”
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