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“How I hate this world. I would like to tear it apart with my own two hands if I could. I would like to dismantle the universe star by star, like a treeful of rotten fruit. Nor do I believe in progress. A vermin-eaten saint scratching his filth for heaven is better off than you damned in clean linen. Progress doubles our tenure in a vale of tears. Man is a mistake, to be corrected only by his abolition, which he gives promise of seeing to himself. Oh, let him pass, and leave the earth to the flowers that carpet the earth wherever he explodes his triumphs. Man is inconsolable, thanks to that eternal "Why?" when there is no Why, that question mark twisted like a fishhook in the human heart. "Let there be light," we cry, and only the dawn breaks.”

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Book:The Blood of the Lamb
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The Blood of the Lamb

This book is a work of fiction that delves into the complexities of human emotions and moral dilemmas, centering on the concept of atonement and the transformative power of sacrifice. more

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Peter De Vries
Peter De Vries

Peter De Vries was a renowned Dutch editor known for his editorial and critical work on literary works. His career spanned various fields, including literature, drama, and broadcasting. more

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