'The smallest hope, a bare continuing to exist, is enough for the antihero’s future, leave him, says our age, leave him where mankind is in its history, at a crossroads, in dilemma, with all to lose and only more to of the same to win; let him survive, but give him no direction, no reward; because we too are waiting, in our solitary rooms where the telephone never rings, waiting for this girl, this truth, this crystal of humanity, this reality lost through imagination, to return...'

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