Why thats the way to choake a gibing ſpirrit, / Whoſe influence is begot of that looſe grace, / Which ſhallow laughing hearers giue to fooles, […]
Yet the central issue remains, would an Iranian infonaut navigate like, say, an American one?
Alack! The alien of the sea, Keen iron, fire's own child, With bitter blows, unlovingly Their quarrel reconciled;
‘Next time we’re going to have fun, OK?’ I wanted this album to go towards the light. You indulge in the grief to a certain point, but then you have to be a little bit Pollyanna.”
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