Spell Me

“What is one to do on a day when thoughts cease to flow and the proper words won’t come? One cannot help trembling at this possibility. That is why, despite the acquiescence in fate that becomes an upright man, I secretly pray: no infirmity, no paralysis of one’s powers through bodily distress. We’ll die with harness on, as King Macbeth said.”

                                                                    –Sigmund Freud

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