| "...it made me strangely tender and cruel, violent and peaceful. it made me want to drive coldly to the heart of every question and lay it open to the core of suffering I knew I would find there. it made me love burrowing into psychology, into realistic and naturalistic fiction and art, into those whirlpools of politics that had the power to claim the whole of men's souls. it directed my loyalties to the side of men in rebellion; it made me love talk that sought answers to questions that could help nobody, that could only keep alive in me that enthralling sense of wonder and awe in the face of the drama of human feeling which is hidden by the external drama of life." |
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