There is never enough day in the time.
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I experience less of the good I expected from writing these Memoirs; the pleasure of explaining myself at leisure in detail is enfeebled. It is time to make an end; it is a waste of time to be exasperated with Society, to exhort myself to struggle against the thought of its blade — I am its prisoner. The secret voice, as I know it, simplifies my own impressions, my motives and my anger for me. Simplified, little remains — it is the same for everyone, it is true, but it is rarely anyone finds himself in a position as I do to appreciate where that little can lead one.
— “Lacenaire”, The Memoirs of Lacenaire, translated by Philip John Stead.
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