Insects were scurrying about in the shade cast by the grass, and the lawn was a huge monotonous forest of… — Simone de Beauvoir
Insects were scurrying about in the shade cast by the grass, and the lawn was a huge monotonous forest of thousands of little green blades, all equal, all alike, hiding the world from each other. Anguished, she thought, "I don't want to be just another blade of grass."
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If you live long enough, you'll see that every victory turns into a defeat.
