I live in expectation of an idea; I foresee it, close in upon it, get a grip, but it escapes me, does not yet belong to me. How can I express it?
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I live in expectation of an idea; I foresee it, close in upon it, get a grip, but it escapes me, does not yet belong to me. How can I express it?
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