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Drunk with sleeplessness and his dizzying
dialectic, Nils Runeberg wandered the streets of
Mälmo, crying out for a blessing—that he be
allowed to share the Inferno with the
Redeemer.
He died of a ruptured aneurysm on March ï,
1912. Heresiologists will perhaps remember
him; he added to the concept of the Son, which
might have been thought long spent, the
complexities of misery and evil.
1944
The End
Lying on his back, Recabarren opened his
eyes a bit and saw the sloping ceiling of thick
cane. From the other room there came the
strumming of a guitar, like some
inconsequential labyrinth, infinitely tangling
and untangling.... Little by little, reality came
back to him, the ordinary things that now would
always be just these ordinary things. He looked