Misfortune is a fine opiate to personal terror.
("Far from the Madding Crowd")
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Her laugh, once sweet in swell,
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Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.
Ah stirring times we live instirring times.
Dialect words are those terrible marks of the beast to the truly genteel.
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