The place had filled him with a sense of wisdom hovering just out of reach, of unspeakable grace prepared and waiting just around the corner, but he'd walked himself weak down it's endless blue streets .............
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Because maybe it does take a certain amount of guts to see the emptiness, but it takes a whole lot more to see the hopelessness. And i guess when you do see the hopelessness, that's when there's nothing to do but take off, if you can.
Richard Yates
Revolutionary Road
1961
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cover for Eleven Kinds of Loneliness
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