The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man...
I lock myself back in my miserable dungeon, reflecting things that passed by. Why am I thinking about tragedies? There are only two tragedies in life, as far as I am concerned: One is to lose my heart's desire. The other is to gain it. Am I getting back mine..?
