How many of us mourn over our past follies and cowardices, bitterly regretting the wasted moment or the lost opportunity. [Please select]
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This hybrid image of decay, conjured up out of emptiness, contradiction and vain imagining, in which all the instincts of _décadence_, all the cowardices and wearinesses of the soul find their sanction. [Please select]
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