And finally, studying this foreign language, any foreign language ultimately becomes an exceptional responsibility, as we slowly contribute to a greater comity, a greater apprehension, a greater existence for us all.
In conclusion, the words of Aldous Huxley seem apt:
The choice is always ours. Then, let me choose
The longest art, the hard Promethean way
Cherishingly to tend and feed and fan
That inward fire, whose small precarious flame,
Kindled or quenched creates
The noble and ignoble men we are,
The worlds we live in and the very fates,
Our bright or muddy star.
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