#extracts (I will never be consistent, so I won't put the number in front)
"Have you ever heard that buzzing in your ears, resembling the sound of a water mill? Have you ever noticed, in the solitude of night, and sometimes in broad daylight, that the memories of your previous life, awakened, become confused and line up, or group together? All the mistakes you have made, all the faults into which you have fallen, all the nonsense you have committed surge blood to your earlobes, drench your hair with sweat, send shivers up your spine. You relive your entire life, from birth up to the day you are living, you reexperience all the pains you have suffered, you empty all the goblets that, so often, you have drained to the dregs; you crucify your skeleton because there is no more flesh of yours to torment, you burn your soul at the stake because your heart is already reduced to ashes. You know all this."
August Strindberg, Inferno
"Have you ever heard that buzzing in your ears, resembling the sound of a water mill? Have you ever noticed, in the solitude of night, and sometimes in broad daylight, that the memories of your previous life, awakened, become confused and line up, or group together? All the mistakes you have made, all the faults into which you have fallen, all the nonsense you have committed surge blood to your earlobes, drench your hair with sweat, send shivers up your spine. You relive your entire life, from birth up to the day you are living, you reexperience all the pains you have suffered, you empty all the goblets that, so often, you have drained to the dregs; you crucify your skeleton because there is no more flesh of yours to torment, you burn your soul at the stake because your heart is already reduced to ashes. You know all this."
August Strindberg, Inferno
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