Frantically and fervently rooting itself, as it were, in the earth, and yet being half torn up by the storm, I want to express something of life's struggle . . . in those gnaled black roots with their knots. Or rather, because I tried without any philosophizing to be true to nature, which I had before me, something of that great struggle has come into . . . them inadvertently.
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