Oh! If only someone would give me time, time, time to do everything properly, to read everything at my own tempo, to take it apart and put it together again. — KARL BARTH (1922) I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. “It is futile,†I said, “You can never —†“You lie,†he cried, And ran on. — STEPHEN CRANE
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