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What you want is the whole of him, isn't it? And the whole of him isn't there for anybody. In that full sense you want him, he doesn't exist. Everything in his life, he could see now, had taken the same turn, as for his desire for greatness, he often puzzled and puzzled, without ever allowing himself to be fully sad, as to what could be wrong with the formula. It does not work, he thought. At times there were moments when he asked himself if he could have been in the wrong for wanting more for himself. What he thought he regretted was his lack of guard, his wayward extravagance. For what had always happened he could still not account. There seemed to be some way some people reached for the stars, and somehow managed to catch one.