People who treat other people as less than human must not be surprised when the bread they have cast on the waters comes floating back to them, poisoned.
“Nothing is as tedious as the limping days,
When snowdrifts yearly cover all the ways,
And ennui, sour fruit of incurious gloom,
Assumes control of fate’s immortal loom”
Charles Baudelaire
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