It is not the great pains, nor the great joys, to which we succumb; and this is because the great pains and the great joys come wrapped in an immense mist of trifling incidents. And life is just this – mist. Life is a nebula.[Los hombres no sucumbimos a las grandes penas nia las grandes alegrías, y es porque esas penas y esas alegrías vienen embozadas en una inmensa niebla de pequeños incidentes. Y la vida es esto, la niebla.]
Source:Section I. The protagonist in its textual reality
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