His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay onese — Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
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His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay oneself down to die at the end of every day, without thinking anything of it, was something he had not yet acquired.

— Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless
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