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“Take it, take all this for yourself. I don’t want to be a living person! I’m disgusted and amazed by myself, thick mud slowly oozing. That’s what it was, so that’s what it was. Because I’d looked at the living roach and was discovering inside it the identity of my deepest life. In a difficult demolition, hard and narrow paths were opening within me. I looked at it, at the roach: I hated it so much I was going over to its side, feeling solidarity with it, since I couldn’t stand being left alone with my aggression. And all of a sudden I moaned out loud, this time I heard my moan. Because …