I suffer from a frightful illness of the mind, lightmindedness. It’s not catching. You needn’t shrink.
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I suffer from a frightful illness of the mind, lightmindedness. It’s not catching. You needn’t shrink.
“Pride is his pity, artifice his praise
A mask his virtue, and his fame a blaze;
Insult his charity, his friendship fear,
And nothing but his vanity, sincere.”
Anonymous | “On a Certain Poet”