# Profoundd archive — Epstein Files
# Bates number: EFTA02567613
# Title:        To: Sunday, November 12, 2017 11:19 PM
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# Pages:        1
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=== SUMMARY ===
From: Sent: To: Sunday, November 12, 2017 11:19 PM Jeffrey E. This paragraph is a masterpiece to me. I've been read=ng it over and over again. It's incredible how sometimes books perfect=y describe your inner feelings and perceptions. "The cradle=rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but = brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. Although the two=are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more ca=m than the one he is headed


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From: 
Sent: 
To: Sunday, November 12, 2017 11:19 PM 
Jeffrey E. 
This paragraph is a masterpiece to me. I've been read=ng it over and over again. It's incredible how sometimes books 
perfect=y describe your inner feelings and perceptions. 
"The cradle=rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but = brief crack of light between two 
eternities of darkness. Although the two=are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more ca=m 
than the one he is headed for (at some forty-five hundred heartbeats an =our). I know, however, of a young 
chronophobiac who experienced something =ike panic when looking for the first time at homemade movies that had 
been=taken a few weeks before his birth. He saw a world that was practically un=hanged — the same house, the same 
people — and then realiz=d that he did not exist there at all and that nobody mourned his absence. =e caught a glimpse 
of his mother waving from an upstairs window, and that =nfamiliar gesture disturbed him, as if it were some mysterious 
farewell. B=t what particularly frightened him was the sight of a brand-new baby carri=ge standing there on the porch; 
even that was empty, as if, in the reverse=order of events, his very bones had disintegrated." - Nabokov 
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