"When that ineffable compound of depression, sadness (these two are not the same), anxiety, self hatred, sense of failure and fear for the future begins to steal over you, start telling yourself that what you have is a hangover. You are not sickening for anything, you have not suffered a minor brain lesion, your family and friends are not leagued in a conspiracy of barely maintained silence about what a shit you are, you are not come at last to see life as it really is and there is no use crying over spilt milk."
- Kingsley Amis
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