Na konci dlhého dňa a večera, preplneného ľuďmi, môcť sedieť sám v kresle a byť samým sebou...Bolo to ako príchod z dlhej cesty plnej dobrodružstiev...ako návrat domov.

But thanks to my rapidly dividing cells, I no longer have that feeling—although I remember it very well—that if I just buckled down to the great work at hand, lived more authentically, stopped procrastinating, cut out sugar, then my best self was just there right around the corner. Yeah, no. I’m done with all that. I

Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.

The increasing seriousness of things, then that's the great opportunity of jokes.

Written By Henry James

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