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But inwardly; the next day I saw that I had made a false step. A penitent such as I was, my vita ante acta, my melancholy, that was enough.
I suffered unspeakably at that time.
She seemed to notice nothing. On the contrary her spirits were so high that once she said she had accepted me out of pity. In short, I have never known such high spirits.
Søren Kierkegaard, the day after proposing to his beloved Regina, Journals, 1841
