The tragedy in his life already existed. To love an atmospheric spirit. That was the real sorrow. Hopelessness itself. Nowhere on the printed page, nowhere in the annals of man, would her name appear: no local habitation, no name. There are girls like that, he thought, and those you love most, the ones where there is no hope because it has eluded you at the very moment you close your hands around it.
Chapter 14, A Scanner Darkly (1977) Philip K. Dick
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"...some will find redemption and some will not, but we must respect all who seek it".
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