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In Czech, according to Milan Kundera, litost is a state of agony and torment created by the sudden sight of one's own misery.
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Malcolm Lowry Late of the Bowery His prose was flowery And often glowery He lived, nightly, and drank, daily, And died playing the ukulele
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If you sit with your memories, you might as well become a plant.
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I get upset about what is taken as great literature and what is cute and exotic.
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