No man of the people, I wouldn’t be caught dead with none of y’all “Don’t call me again” what I’ll say when you call
“I strove with none, for none was worth my strife: Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art: I warm’d both hands before the fire of Life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.”
Walter Savage Landor | “Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher”
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