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This cell belongs to a brain, and it is my brain, the brain of me who is writing; and the cell in question, and within it the atom in question, is in charge of my writing, in a gigantic minuscule game which nobody has yet described.

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The memories which lie within us are not carved in stone; not only do they tend to become erased as the years go by, but often they change, or even increase by incorporating extraneous features.
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Carve Change Erased Incorporation Increase Moemeory Often Stone Tend Year
It happened, therefore it can happen again: this is the core of what we have to say. It can happen, and it can happen everywhere.
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Again Core Everywhere Happen Happier Say
A scientist’s life, the author says, is indeed conflictual, formed by battles, defeats, and victories: but the adversary is always and only the unknown.
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Adversary Always Author Battle Conflictual Efrat Form Indeed Life Only Say Scientist Victory
Rejection of human solidarity, obtuse and cynical indifference to the suffering of others, abdication of the intellect and of moral sense to the principle of authority, and above all, at the root of everything, a sweeping tide of cowardice, a colossal cowardice which masks itself as warring virtue, love of country and faith in an idea.
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Abdication Authority Colossal Cowardice Everything Human Itself Mask Obtuse Outside Rejection Root Solidarity Suffer Sweep
Nothing can be said: nothing sure, nothing probable, nothing honest. Better to err through omission than through commission: better to refrain from steering the fate of others, since it is already so difficult to navigate one’s own.
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Honest Nothing Probably Said Sue
He could hardly read or write but his heart spoke the language of the good
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Good Hardly Heart Language Read Spoken
If you and your child were going to be killed tomorrow, would you not give him to eat today?
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Child Eat Give Going Kill Today Tomorrow
To be considered stupid and to be told so is more painful than being called gluttonous, mendacious, violent, lascivious, lazy, cowardly: every weakness, every vice, has found its defenders, its rhetoric, its ennoblement and exaltation, but stupidity hasn’t.
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Call Consider Coward Defender Ennoblement Exatiation Lascivious Lazy Mendacious More Painful Stupidity Told Vice Violent Weakness
If a writer is convinced that he is honest, then it is very difficult for him to be a bad writer.
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Bad Convince Difficult Honest Writer
One is tempted to turn away with a grimace and close one’s mind: this is a temptation one must resist.
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The sea’s only gifts are harsh blows and, occasionally, the chance to feel strong.
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Blow Change Feel Gift Harsh Occasionally Only Sea Strong
For people of science, he is a hero. Denying man a privileged place in creation, .. he reaffirms with his own intellectual courage the dignity of man.
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Creation Deny Dignity Hero Intellectual Man People Place Proiledge Science Source
A man who would mutilate himself is well damned, isn’t he?
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Dammed Himself Man Mutitate Well
It is this refrain that we hear repeated by everyone: you are not at home, this is not a sanatorium, the only exit is by way of the Chimney. (What did it mean? Soon we were all to learn what it meant.)
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Everyone Hear Home Refrain Repeated Sanatorium
Human memory is a marvelous but fallacious instrument.
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Fallacious Human Instrument Marvelous Memory
It is the duty of righteous men to make war on all undeserved privilege, but one must not forget that this is a war without end.
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Duty End Foret Make Mist Privilege Righteous Underserved War

This cell belongs to a brain, and it is my brain, the brain of me who is writing; and the cell in question, and within it the atom in question, is in charge of my writing, in a gigantic minuscule game which nobody has yet described.

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This cell belongs to a brain, and it is my brain, the brain of me who is writing; and the cell in question, and within it the atom in question, is in charge of my writing, in a gigantic minuscule game which nobody has yet described.

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