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“חורף… קרח־עולמים מכסה את קירות לבי. שעמום קהה, אשר מפניו תבוֹל כל תשוקה ומנשימתו ימות כל רגש, תוקף את כל פנימיותי, אני מתהווה חסר־תנועה, אני נעשה משא כבד על נפשי. רק דרך מוחי מסתננים תמונת חטמי, קול דברי, זקני, צחוקי, אנחתי – ואני שוטם בי את הכל. נקוט בנפשי על הכל. נכלם ומתבייש מהכל. כל מה שיש בי נראה מאוס, מזויף, נלעג ומעורר־גועל, כל הויתי מעוררת בי רגש של אשמה ורושם של תיעוּב. אין לי מקום.”

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