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In the final story by Kafka i had to translate, there is a minor discussion on this. Apparently the conclusion offered is bifold, namely that society is the next stage of a previous condition which is impossible to return to, and moreover that if something exists it won't die easily but will...

My own translation of some old poem: "Ballad to the obscure poets of the centuries" Hated by humans and gods, the Verlaines wither away like embittered fallen lords, but they keep as wealth the rich and silvery rhyme. The Hugos self-intoxicate with the terrifying vengeance of the Olympians...

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This City Loves to Be Unhappy