to feel contempt for ones own motovations is a vulgar thing. too often, it seems, i've succumbed to less than admirable compulsions drivien by this reprehensible machine of mine. so many things inside that i can do whithout desires and urges and what not. so extraneous. by the time i write this in this book again. i hope to be cold as the moon that lights this page.
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