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And we feel that the hero has lived all the details of this night like annunciations, promises, or even that he lived only those that were promises, blind and deaf to all that did not herald adventure. We forget that the future was not yet there; the man was walking in the night without forethought, a night which offered him a choice of dull rich prizes, and he did not make his choice.
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Diary entry of Saturday noon (10 February?)

 

Jean-Paul Sartre

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Misty path and the night is endless,
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Who knows what this night will do?
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