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What am I in the eyes of most people—a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person—somebody who has no position in society and never will have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right then, even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart. —— Vincent van Gogh