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What__ going on outside, Ravic?_ __othing new, Kate. The world goes on eagerly preparing for suicide and at the same time deluding itself about what it__ doing._ __ill there be war?_ __veryone knows that there will be war. What one does not yet know is when. Everyone expects a miracle._ Ravic smiled. __ever before have I seen so many politicians who believe in miracles as at present in France and England. And never so few as in Germany._ She remained lying silent for a while. __o think that it should be possible__ she said then. __es_ it seems so impossible that it will happen some day. Just because one considers it so impossible and doesn__ protect oneself against it.
Erich Maria Remarque Arch of Triumph: A Novel of a Man Without a Country
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What__ going on outside, Ravic?_ __othing new, Kate. The world goes on eagerly preparing for suicide and at the same time deluding itself about what it__ doing._ __ill there be war?_ __veryone knows that there will be war. What one does not yet know is when. Everyone expects a miracle._ Ravic smiled. __ever before have I seen so many politicians who believe in miracles as at present in France and England. And never so few as in Germany._ She remained lying silent for a while. __o think that it should be possible__ she said then. __es_ it seems so impossible that it will happen some day. Just because one considers it so impossible and doesn__ protect oneself against it.
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Arch of Triumph: A Novel of a Man Without a Country

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