not even remotely amusing
In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.
-Mary Renault, novelist (4 Sep 1905-1983)
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There is always something to do. There are hungry people to feed, nαked people to clothe, sick people to comfort and make well. And while I ...
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