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>English
>French
>Spanish
>Italian
>Portuguese
>Greek

>In which languages do you read your books when you don't know the language of the original?
I know the only languages you really need to know. If it's not an Italo-Hellenic language or English, it's not canon. I just need to pick up more Latin and Greek really and I'm set. G*rmanophile and R*ssophile scum can cope, no one cares about Kunt and Dastoeiepsky. I'd pick up another minor Romance language like Catalan or Provençal before I learn those backward, barbarian tongues.

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If it weren't for love, my life at the moment is pretty close to what I could reasonably want it to be. All my family is healthy, I have friends, I am doing studies that I like and that assure me a pleasant job, I will soon have a car, I work well on my culture and my spirituality. And yet I have never had so much sorrow and affliction as I have today, everything grieves me and except for seeing this woman and for the masses I have a great desire to cloister myself and to be alone with myself to make a long recapitulation. I spend my days beating my heart and I don't know what's eating it. For the past few months I feel like I'm at an inflection point in my life but the inflection goes on and on and I don't understand how. I think I'm going crazy. I feel like I had always virtualized life and it is becoming real and inexorable again.

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