She woke up and noticed that she did not die. Her stomach began to churn and at last she lost her consciousness. She thought about this magazine, her country and her reasons to die. But death did not come soon, and started to read a magazine while she was waiting for death. It's a distortion of nature, it goes against god's laws for in all the world's woods and forests, he did not create a single leaf the same as another".One day Veronika decided to kill herself by taking overdose of sleeping pills one by one. It causes neurosis, psychosis and paranoia. "It is if you force yourself to be the same as everyone else. "Is wanting to be different a serious illness?" And that, in my view, is a serious illness." But who wants to be the same as everyone else. So, to go back to your question, what was it again?" "If someone were to ask, the response they got would probably be, you are mad! If they persisted people would try to come up with a reason but they'd soon change the subject because there isn't a reason apart from the one I just given you. How you ever met anyone in your entire life who asked, why the hands of a clock should go in one particular direction, and not in the other?" They just accept it, the way typist accepted the fact that the qwerty keyboard is the best possible one. And people never stop to wonder why they should behave like that. However, society always imposes on us a collective way of behaving. Each with their own qualities, instincts, forms of pleasure, and desire for adventure. “Dr Igor paused but he knew that Mari was following his reasoning. Even if, as in this last gesture, the similarity was due more to willed imitation in his case than to any real personal inclination.” The same as the men who bought the same brand of cigarettes, with the same gestures, even the men who turned at the passage of a women dressed in red, himself among them, to eye the quiver of her solid buttocks under the thin material of the dress. Yes, he was the same as the others, the same as everyone. These observations stirred a satisfied, almost voluptuous pleasure in him. Finally, one of the three stopped just outside the tobacconist’s to light a cigarette with a silver lighter exactly like his own. He even noticed that two of the three tucked the pack back inte a small inner pocket in their jackets, as he did. Marcello noticed that he took the pack, squeezed it to see if it was fresh enough, and then ripped off the seal the same way the other three did. “He went up to the counter and asked for his preferred brand at the same time that three other people asked for the same cigarettes, and the tobacconist slid them rapidly across the marble of the countertop toward the four hands holding out money - four identical packs, which the four hands picked up with identical gestures.
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