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“I have a wish; one and only wish: to find the balance between the exhausting solitude, and the unbearable crowds. That, dear friend, is the answer we seek, and the answer that was sought by the people before us. On another thought, it is for the best if we do not find the answer, for then we can suffer without a reason and we can blame God for such suffering, He who understands what we mean.”

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Book:Letters Of The Observer
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