“I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back anymore, the feeling that I could last forever, outlast the sea, and all the men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to perils, to love, to vain effort-to death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life in the handful of dust, that glow in the heart that with every year grows dim, grows cold, grows small and expires – and expires too soon, too soon before life itself” Joseph Conrad 1902
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