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May 28
I had already sipped, I had fought quite a few times: with gazes, squeaky fools, good-natured comers, who - perhaps - despised the moral fruits of the tree of knowledge at a cheap price, and yet stored in their brains, the sacred fruit seemed to get worse soon! I would speak more boldly, with a silly, prophetic childish voice and a free mouth if

I could have understood the word more scientifically - which is why with wise people! - I was looking for an alliance of scientists, friendly spirits; they all buried my good humor, the secret atmosphere, with their flirtatious, honey-glazed hymns of praise and gallows humor: what could have made me - if my linguistic stuff hadn't

they succeed - so that with groping possibilities I can find eyes like a blind kappa in the land of yellow *****! What was a toy and a weapon for them was an evil in my eyes: β€œYou! Because you don’t have a universal linguistic examination, you can’t listen to grammar lectures that’s why - No one has teamed up with my uncompromising soul!

Sober, prestigious morals should be created, not by doing business with meanness and vulgarity, human dignity will sink, if it does not flicker as an unshakable candlelight in the heart of the Moral trusted!

Because we dared to believe and hope that the flame of the intellect would drive fresh and modern sprouts, - but we had finally seen it with fragmented self-confidence: in the exterminating campaign camp of Roast Conservatives; Inquisition is a gift for innovative spirits!
Norbert Tasev
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Norbert Tasev  36/M/Hungary
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