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Sometimes, there is such a tumult in my head that it feels as though the roof had been lifted off my cranium, and then it seems as though the hobgoblins had liften up a mountain and were holding a ball and festivities there—God preserve me!
Søren Kierkegaard, Journals, 1838

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