“I have nothing to say. I have no more dreams. I’ve gone down every path I can think to walk. It’s all meaningless. I’ll leave it to you to plan, design, this new world of yours. It is not mine. My world is gone. I have no place here. I wish you all the best, in all truth, but I don’t know what’s good anymore. I can’t even make myself happy; how could I build a happy state? I am a dry well, a fruitless tree; this is the winter of my life from which no hopeful spring will thaw.”
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