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A special form of misery had begun to oppress him of late. There was nothing poignant, nothing acute about it but there was a feeling of permanence, of eternity about it it brought a foretaste of hopeless years of this cold leaden misery, a foretaste of an eternity on a square yard of space.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

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