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human is eternal but death, and death is the one thing about which human beings can't know anything, humans know nothing. They have to fail. To do and be the one thing they don't know. Don Quixote realized that her faith was gone.
DEATH
    'Thank God, I'm so happy.'
    'Don't you believe that humans suffer?' the dog asked.
    'I don't know anything about what they're always telling me. The media. I know what's around me. All this love crap and do-good crap's an illusion. I feel great and this world's wonderful and no humans suffer.'
    All the people around Don Quixote decided she was mad. She was the maddest child they had ever seen. They had to get rid of her.
    They tried to explain to her that human love and good deeds are good things. Humans should live for love and goodness.
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    'We love you.' That statement confirmed Don Quixote's belief that all their statements were hot air. 'In the past, romance was my joy and utter pain. Now I know it's all nothing. I have to be very precise now: I have to explain to you the exact truth. Here's my will:'
    Anyone who knows enough to draw up a will must be sane. Her family was willing to re-own her. They began to cry because they felt so much.
    Only Don Quixote was a feelingless monster.
    'Here's proof that I'm sane:
    'TO THE DOG: I give my dog everything. Please, dog, forgive me for my selfishness; please, all the ways I have not understood you, for I haven't been intelligent enough and known what love is. I will the rest of your life to be very happy and, more, I know it will be, for you're strong and patient and willing to understand, moreso than me, even if you are crazy.'
    The dog interrupted, T don't want you to go.'
    Don Quixote: 'We must do what we must.'
    The dog: 'You're dying because I didn't love you.'
    Don Quixote: 'No.' Don Quixote turned back to her last will and teaching,
    'TO MY ABORTED SON: If you marry anyone, male or female, who isn't totally rich, you'll be poor. Otherwise you'll be poor.
    'TO MYSELF: I was wrong to be right, to write, to be a knight, to try to do anything: because having a fantasy's just living inside your own head. Being a fanatic separates you from other people. If you're like everyone else, you believe opinions or what you're told. What else is there? Oh nothingness, I have to have visions, I can't have visions, I have to love: I have to be wrong to write.'
    When she had finished writing down all these smart teachings, being old and worn-out, she reaffirmed her belief that human love doesn't exist and died. 'For me alone you were born, and I for you. We two are one though we trouble and hurt each other. You're my master and I'm the servant; I'm your master and you're my servant. I'm sick to death because I tried to escape you, love. I yield to you with all my heart or
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    mind. This mingling of our genitals the only cure for sickness. It's not necessary to write or be right cause writing's or being right's making more illusion: it's necessary to destroy and be wrong.'
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    The Second Part of Don Quixote Other Texts
    BEING DEAD, DON QUIXOTE COULD NO LONGER SPEAK. BEING BORN INTO AND PART OF A MALE WORLD, SHE HAD NO SPEECH OF HER OWN. ALL SHE COULD DO WAS READ MALE TEXTS WHICH WEREN'T HERS.
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    TEXT 1: RUSSIAN CONSTRUCTIVISM
    1. Abstraction
    Petersburg, my city.
    Petersburg steeples triangles bums on the streets decrepit churches broken-down churches churches gone churches used as homes for bums for children forced away from the abandoned buildings they run.
    Son.
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    City of people who weren't born here who decided to live here who're homeless, trying to make their own lives: poor refugees artists rich people. People who don't care and care too much. Homeless. You, baby crib, only you've been financially shuffled off by the USSR government.
    You, city, along one of whose streets a hundred bums're sitting standing and lying. Three-quarters of these bums're black or Puerto Rican. The concrete stinks of piss much more than the surrounding streets