If ye plunder his kill' from a weaker, devour not all in thy pride.

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The reasons for our failure were as uncountable as the grains of sand on a beach.

At that time, twenty-two centuries ago, a gentleman named Ching K'o was getting scandalously drunk in the market place of the capital of Yen, a feudal state in northwest China which owed nominal allegiance to the Son of Heaven (i.e., the emperor) though, in fact, there was no unified Chinese state.