“ All right. There’ll be eight. Someone’ll holler ‘aim’ and I’ll see eight rifles looking at me. I’ll think how I’d like to get inside the wall, I’ll push against it with my back… with every ounce of strength I have, but the wall will stay, like in a nightmare. I can imagine all that. If you only knew how well I can imagine it.
Jean-Paul Sartre; The Wall
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