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The eternal hourglass of existence is turned over and over, and you with it, a grain of dust.
She reread Nietzsche less for consolation than for confirmation of her sorrow.
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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