He was ineffectual and vaguely helpless here as he had always been. One of those personalities who, in spite of all their words, are inarticulate, he seemed to have inherited only the vast sense of human failure — that, and the sense of death.
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- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned
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