Death would never grow inside them so long as they stayed in motion, swift and happy as a ray of light - a phrase of Nietzsche's Marya had always liked. Swift and happy as a ray of light.
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Death would never grow inside them so long as they stayed in motion, swift and happy as a ray of light - a phrase of Nietzsche's Marya had always liked. Swift and happy as a ray of light.