"Life was not a valuable gift, but death was. Life was a feverdream made up of joys embittered by sorrows, pleasure poisoned by pain; a dream that was a nightmare-confusion of spasdomic and fleeting delights, ecstasies, exultations, happinesses, interspersed with long-drawn miseries, griefs, perils, horrors, disappointments, defeats, humiliations,
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