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I have just returned from a party of which I was the life and soul; wit poured from my lips, everyone laughed and admired me–but I went away–and the dash should be as long as the earth’s orbit————————–and wanted to shoot myself.

Damn and hell, I can abstract from everything but not from myself, I can not even forget myself when I sleep.

Is it true that I should not laugh at my own jokes?

The omnipresence of wit.

-Kierkegaard, The Journals

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