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When I stand in the Castle Keep surrounded by my piled-up stores, surveying the ten passages
which begin there, raised and sunken passages, vertical and rounded passages, wide and narrow
passages, as the general plan dictates, and all alike still and empty, ready by their various
routes to conduct me to all the other rooms, which are also still and empty, -then I know that
this is my castle that I have wrested from the refractory soil with tooth and
claw, with pounding and hammering blows, my castle which can never belong to anyone else, and
is so essentially mine that I can calmly accept in it even my enemy's mortal stroke at the final
hour, for my blood will ebb away here in my own soil and will not be lost.
Franz Kafka, from 'The Burrow' | |
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