From a 1961 journal entry.
Hoffer had been musing on the man he had worked with that day on the docks:
As I said, the man looked extremely delicate—almost ethereal. He was late for work because he got the order wrong. I am working with him tomorrow and shall try to find out something about him.
And then this:
During the day it occurred to me that if it were true that all my life I have had but a single train of thought then it must be the problem of the uniqueness of man.