AUGUSTE

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To be yourself, just yourself, is a great thing

Henry Miller ‘The Smile at the Foot Of the Ladder’

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tiny tunes for the spheres

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multum, non multa (Pliny)

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I thought about my small victories and everything I’d seen destroyed, I’d swum through mink coats on my parents’ bed while they hosted downstairs, I’d lost the only person I could have spent my only life with, I’d left behind a thousand tons of marble, I could have released sculptures, I could have released myself from the marble of myself. I’d experienced joy, but not nearly enough, could there be enough?

Jonathan Safran Foer

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close