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he had to understand its smallest detail, to follow it to its last delicate tendril; the mere memory, however complex, was not enough.
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he had found the compass of his future life. and like all gifted abominations, for whom some external event makes straight the way down into the chaotic vortex of their souls, grenouille never again departed from what he believed was the direction fate had pointed him.
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or this insanity about speed. what was the need for all these new roads being dug up everywhere, and these new bridges? what purpose did they serve? what was the advantage of being in lyon within a week? who set any store by that? whom did it profit? or crossing the atlantic, racing to america in a month-as if people hadn't got along without that continent for thousands of years. what had civilized man lost that he was looking for out there in jungles. . .?
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man's misfortune stems from the fact that he does not want to stay in the room where he belongs.
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because constantly before his eyes now was a river flowing from him; and it was if he himself and his house and the wealth he had accumulated over many decades were flowing away like the river, while he was too old and too weak to oppose the powerful current.
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and then he would stand at the eastern parapet and gaze up the river, just for once to see everything flowing toward him; and for a few moments he basked in the notion that his lfie had been turned around.
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[it] had oppressed him like air heavy with an imminent thunderstorm. . .but it was not the world, it was the people in it. you could live, so it seemed, in this world, in this world devoid of humanity.
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moonlight knew no colors and traced the contours of the terrain only very softly.
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it would be a like a long slow death, a kind of suffocation in reverse, an agonizing gradual self-evaporation into the wretched world.
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it simply can't be true!- and at the very same moment knew that it had to be true.
---
he had found the compass of his future life. and like all gifted abominations, for whom some external event makes straight the way down into the chaotic vortex of their souls, grenouille never again departed from what he believed was the direction fate had pointed him.
---
or this insanity about speed. what was the need for all these new roads being dug up everywhere, and these new bridges? what purpose did they serve? what was the advantage of being in lyon within a week? who set any store by that? whom did it profit? or crossing the atlantic, racing to america in a month-as if people hadn't got along without that continent for thousands of years. what had civilized man lost that he was looking for out there in jungles. . .?
---
man's misfortune stems from the fact that he does not want to stay in the room where he belongs.
---
because constantly before his eyes now was a river flowing from him; and it was if he himself and his house and the wealth he had accumulated over many decades were flowing away like the river, while he was too old and too weak to oppose the powerful current.
---
and then he would stand at the eastern parapet and gaze up the river, just for once to see everything flowing toward him; and for a few moments he basked in the notion that his lfie had been turned around.
---
[it] had oppressed him like air heavy with an imminent thunderstorm. . .but it was not the world, it was the people in it. you could live, so it seemed, in this world, in this world devoid of humanity.
---
moonlight knew no colors and traced the contours of the terrain only very softly.
---
it would be a like a long slow death, a kind of suffocation in reverse, an agonizing gradual self-evaporation into the wretched world.
---
it simply can't be true!- and at the very same moment knew that it had to be true.
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