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I think worry tortured him all his life. All kinds of worries, material, moral, spiritual, and they had ended up furrowing his face just as rain erodes the hardest rocks, as oxide eats away at metals. No doubt, the published pages of the Diary shed some light on this inner life. I still believe that this modest, Protestant Vaudois was careful not to let us in on all his secrets.

Maurice Zermatten, Connaissance de Ramuz, 1947