’[T]here isn’t a single traveller by sea who hasn’t come upon derelict thoughts drifting on the waves like seaweed, and there isn’t a traveller by road who hasn’t come upon wind-piled ridges of desert-sand where thoughts are buried thick as the shards of beetles in the cracks of forgotten sepulchres’.
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‘A principal rule for writers, and especially those who want to describe their own sensations, is not to believe that their doing so indicates they possess a special disposition of nature in this respect. Others can perhaps do it just as well as you can. Only they do not make a business of it, because it seems to them silly to publicize such things.’
Georg Christoph Lichtenberg
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