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Saturday, September 02, 2006
Nagusami / 30
The trick of freedom, when at last you get a little, is not to go completely fucking nuts and singlemindedly obliterate yourself. Like the coal miners who work twelve hours a day, six days a week. Who can blame them if, on the seventh day, they start getting drunk at dawn? Still, one must avoid this if one can. We are unaccustomed to freedom, as ascetics are unaccustomed to eating, and must break our fast carefully, starting with clear broth.