C, V.

• “I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life.
• This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities,
• for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden
• which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold it fast,
• to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?”
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• “But for what purpose was the earth formed?" asked Candide. "To drive us mad," replied Martin.”