True to oneself! Which self? Which of my manyhundreds of selves? Therearemomentswhen I feel I am nothing but the small clerk of some hotel without a proprietor, who has all hisworkcutoutto enter the names and hand the keys to the wilful guests.
In England, justice is open to alllike the Ritz Hotel. 560
Oh, no, the machine, the machine is necessary. A man comesintoagreat hotelandsays,Iama messenger. Who is this man? He disappears walking, there is no noise, nothing. Maybe he will never come back, maybe he will never deliver the message.But a man who rides up on a great machine, this man is responsible, this man exists. He will be given messages.
The great advantage of a hotel is that it's a refuge from home life.
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