I want to visit Spetsai.
It is (the age of 25), I think, the most difficult and irritating age of all. Both to be and to behold. One has the intelligence, one is in all ways treated as a grown man. But certain persons reduce one to adolescence, because only experience can understand and assimilate them.
I was too green to know that all cynicism masks a failure to cope - an impotence, in short; and that to despise all effort is the greatest effort of all.
I had got away from what I hated, but I hadn't found where I loved, and so I pretended that there was nowhere to love.
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