For a long time itseemed to me that life was about to begin- real life, but there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first.
Life,authentic life, is supposed to be all struggle, unflagging action and affirmation, the will butting its blunt head against the world's wall, suchlike, but when I look back I see that the greater part of my energies was always given over to the simple search for shelter, for comfort, for, yes, I admit it, for coziness.
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