This is the rule, and there is no way to free oneself of it: as soon as the thought has arisen, it must be followed to the very end.
“In bed we laugh, in bed we cry, And born in bed, in bed we die; The near approach a bed may shew Of human bliss to human woe.”
Samuel Johnson | “À Son Lit,” from the French of Isaac de Benserade
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