The feeling I dread the most is not fear but despair—the dim, oppressive sense that the more things change, the more they stay the same; that each of us with a frozen heart like an old-stone savage armed will continue to move in darkness, lifting boulders, patrolling the firmaments of divisive anger.

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Upon malicious bravery dost thou come To start my quiet?

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