H Chamfort. uma amostra. Locked ele mesmo em sua biblioteca com um injetor, tiro fora de seu nariz e disparado para fora de seu olho direito. E este Chamfort soube escrever e os milhares leram seus livros em como viver, mas ele mesmo no soube morrer pela fora de sua prpria mo -- ver? Encontraram-no um pool vermelho no tapete fresco como um forenoon de abril, uns maxims gay falando e falando e uns epigrams grim. Bem, desgastou os bandages sobre seus nariz e olho direito, bebeu o caf e chatted muitos anos com homens e mulheres que o amaram porque riu e ousou diariamente a morte: "vir fazer exame de me."
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