In crime the egoist has hitherto asserted himself and mocked at the sacred; the break with the sacred, or rather of the sacred, may become general. A revolution never returns, but a mighty, reckless, shameless, conscienceless, proud -- crime, does it not rumble in distant thunders, and do you not see how the sky grows presciently silent and gloomy?
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