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A word came up, as if newly invented: truth. We kept repeating it, truth, truth, and believed the word was more closely than ever our concern, truth, as if it were some animal with small eyes which lives in the dark and is timid but which one can surprise and catch, to possess it for all time.
The Quest for Christa T., Christa Wolf

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