The awful reality-but sublime.

Beyond the late fifties, it was pitch darkness. In this game that we’re playing, we can’t win. Some kinds of baseness are nobly undergone. I'd like to make sure.

Absolutely necessary to forget, then to draw it back from pudgy.

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