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Existentialism

Someone died, said Camus' grandmother, "Well, he'll fart no more."

But that was it. It was not a matter of ignorance. She had seen many die around her, two of her children, her husband, all her nephews in the war. But that was just it: she was as familiar with Death as she was of work or poverty. She did not think about it as much as she lived it.

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There's nothing so bad that years down the road you won't be able to laugh at it.


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