this teetering croquembouche of impudence
ponder
From the evening breeze to this hand on my shoulder, everything has its truth. Consciousness illuminates it by paying attention to it.
—Albert Camus
,from “Philosophical Suicide” in
The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays.
Vintage, 1942
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