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‘Listen, I am going to impart to you once again a comfortless truth, and I shall continue to do so until you become entirely aware: we are helpless, we give in to inertia, people never cease to wound us. The world oppresses us. Like an insupportable itch. And an itch, they say, is a mild pain.’

Mihajlo Pantić, from the story ‘What I am to myself’

‘… a certain relaxation in realising that we are all destined to be losers, only each of us has a different way of allocating the bitter taste of failure.’

Dragan Velikić, The Russian Window