Writing is a question of finding a certain rhythm. I compare it to the >>
Of course the illusion of art is to make one believe that great litera >>
Jazz music is an intensified feeling of nonchalance. >>
I've never been jealous. Not even when my dad finished the fifth grade >>
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The disease of jealously is so malignant that is converts all it takes >>
To jealousy, nothing is more frightful than laughter.