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Pain comes from the darkness. And we call it wisdom. It is pain.
A correct answer is like an affectionate kiss, Goethe said; a correct answer, Gertrude would have said, is like a slap in the face.
The novel is a prose narrative of some length that has something wrong with it.
Say what you like, but such things do happen - not often, but they do happen.
I see at last that all the knowledge I wrung from the darkness - that darkness flung me - Is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darkness And we call it wisdom. It is pain.