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“He had come to that moment in his age when there occurred to him, with increasing intensity, a question of such overwhelming simplicity that he had no means to face it. He found himself wondering if his life were worth the living; if it had ever been. It was a question, he suspected, that came to all men at one time or another; he wondered if it came to them with such impersonal force as it came to him. The question brought with it a sadness, but it was a general sadness which (he thought) had little to do with himself or with his particular fate; he was not even sure that the question sprang from the most immediate and obvious causes, from what his own life had become. It came, he believed, from the accretion of his years, from the density of accident and circumstance, and from what he had come to understand of them. He took a grim and ironic pleasure from the possibility that what little learning he had managed to acquire had led him to this knowledge: that in the long run all things, even the learning that let him know this, were futile and empty, and at last diminished into a nothingness they did not alter.”

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Book:Stoner

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Stoner

William Stoner, a character with a deep love for literature, navigates through a life marked by simplicity and modesty. The story delves into his personal and professional experiences, highlighting his journey as an individual who finds fulfillment in the world of books and academia. more

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John Williams
John Williams

John Williams is an outstanding scientist whose life and contributions have had a significant impact in the scientific community. more

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