You know it's something I was just reading the night before last the election night I decided to read those desk

You remember notes from the underground 1864

spiteful man sickly man man, and so on.

And then at the very end, man, the cat, I can even read it to you.

This is how the cat goes off.

This is how he ends the whole thing, you know, he says,

he says, inertia on nature.

Men, but people on earth are alone.

That's the calamity of it.

Is anyone really alive? Shouts the old Russian

hero? No one responds. I'm no epic hero, but I too shout and know what he sparks.

They say the sun animates the universe.

The sun will rise and look at it.

Is it not a corpse?

Everything is dead.

And corpses are everywhere.

Only people exist and around them is silence.

That is what the earth is.

People love one another. Who said that? Whose behest is that?

Pendlin ticks on insensible, horrible.

It's two o'clock in the morning. Her shoes are standing by her little bed as if they expected her.

No, seriously, when they take her away tomorrow, what on earth am I going to do?

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