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Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For....

Here is Menard's own intimate forest: 'Now I am traversed by bridle paths, under the seal of sun and....

At the beginning of that interval a type-machine was a curiosity. The person who owned one was a curiosity,....

As a people we practiced excess. Excess in everything - pleasure, gaud display, endless toil, and death.....

As a people we practiced excess. Excess in everything - pleasure, gaudy display, endless toil, and death.....