How miserable your knowledge is - and how poor you judge; always in vain you seek your being for it's gone. How unconcerned you dream upon life - you are convinced it is hereafter. Betrayal is abnormally strange to you, though you practise it continuously. A fool you have become - you are not significant, for they are all the same; you are the same fool as you have always been. Though my well-breeding prevents me from calling you what you ought to be called, I assure you that your repeated flaws have determined a revival of anger in my soul.
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