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LXIV
Desire for Pleasure attaches us to the Present. Care
for our safety makes us dependent upon the Future.
He who clings to Pleasure, that is, to the Present,
makes me think of a man rolling down a slope who,
in trying to grasp hold of some bushes, tears them up
and carries them with him in his fall.
To be, before all else, a great man and a saint according
to one's own standards.
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