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How depressing it is to read the same news day after day.
Oh, God, if only something would happen: meaning, if only patterns would break down.

It had always seemed to me a quite obvious and desirable goal for therapy but, after having been "successfully" analyzed and after having lived in moderate happiness with moderate success with an average wife and family for seven years, I found suddenly, around my thirty-second birthday, that I wanted to kill myself. And to kill several other people too.

Life is islands of ecstasy in an ocean of ennui, and after the age of thirty land is seldom seen.