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Camus on great deeds

“All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning.

Why don’t you show me that Paris,” she said,” that you have written

I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the

What sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up

To be free, as I then knew myself to be, is to realize that all conquest

Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you

who wandered around and around at midnight in the railway yard wondering

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down thestreets

The world is what it is, no less and no more, and therein lies its entire

For a hundred years or more the world, our world, has been dying. And not

Henry Miller playing ping pong, and being Henry Miller. Here’s one

“It may be that we are doomed, that there is no hope for us, any