There were two kinds of anxiety – one high, the other low, the first coming from the imagination, the second straight from the guts. [“The Chain of Chance”]
Są dwa rodzaje strachu, wysoki od wyobraźni i niski, prosto z kiszek. [“Katar”]
“My time will come!” I told myself. “It cannot be, for someone to cast forth pearls of eternal wisdom left and right, day and night, till the mind is blinded by the surging Light of Final Understanding—and nothing! No, fame will be mine, acclaim will be mine, thrones of ivory, the title of Prime Mentorian, the love of the people, sweet solace in a shaded grove, my very own school, pupils that hang on every word, and a cheering crowd!” [“The Cyberiad”]
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