That war in which I had been sheltering, convinced of having accepted it, of having made my own uncomfortable… — Cesare Pavese
That war in which I had been sheltering, convinced of having accepted it, of having made my own uncomfortable peace, grew more ferocious, bit deeper, reached into one's nerves and brain.
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