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“Ganz recht, wer kanns wissen. Mancher Dummkopf wird Professor; manch kluger Kopf muß sich eine Kugel in den Kopf schießen. So ist das heutzutage. Und so wird es auch einige Zeit bleiben. Man muß sich schon überlegen, ob man Hoffnungen wecken soll, denen von vornherein die Armut schwer in Wege liegt… Da eröffnen sich verschiedenerlei wüste Perspektiven.”

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Der Bürger

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“In fact, every intricate and untried path in life, where it was from the first a matter of arbitrary choice to enter upon it or avoid it, is effectually a path through a vast Hercynian forest, unexplored and unmapped, where each several turn in your advance leaves you open to new anticipations of that is next to be expected, and consequently open to altered valuations of all that has been already traversed. Even the character of your own absolute experience, past and gone, which (if any thing in this world) you might surely answer for as sealed and settled for ever - even this you must submit to hold in suspense, as a thing conditional and contingent upon what is yet come - liable to have its provisional character affirmed or reversed, according to the new combinations into which it may enter with elements only yet perhaps in the earliest stages of development.”

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“Ryker's head snapped to look at me, and we locked eyes. That's when the tug at my heart really started to pull, and I had to gasp for breath as it burned to life. A pull, a connection. Was this what they called a thread of fate? If it was, it meant something about Ryker and me that I didn't have time to process in the heated moment. Ryker's nostrils flared, and he roared, his face snarling as he began charging back down the hallway to where Oleg and I were.”