The gloaming that closed over us the cemetery had crawled inside his skin.

نحن مُحاطون بـ الرغبة الكونية. هي ليست سعادة، إنها رغبة. والرغبات لا تٌشبع مطلقًا. إن أُشبعت، فسوف تكف عن كونها رغبات .

In the end, everyone loses everyone. There's no invention to get around that. And so, I felt that night like the turtle that everything in the universe was on top of.

If a story is not about the hearer he will not listen. And I here make a rule—a great and lasting story is about everyone or it will not last.

Written By John Steinbeck

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