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You said just now, “Don’t be so ashamed of yourself, because that’s the root of your trouble”––with those words, you seem to have reached right into my innermost soul. What I mean is, when I visit people, I always feel that I’m really the lowest of the low, that everybody takes me for a buffoon, so I say to myself, why shouldn’t I act the fool, I’m not afraid of what any of you might think, because every single one of you is even worse than me. That’s why I’m a buffoon, I’m a buffoon born of shame, great starets, of shame. It’s anxiety pure and simple that makes me so unruly.
