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During My Incarceration Mother Visited Me. She Had In Some Way Managed To Leave The Workhouse And Was Making An Effort To Establish A Home For Us. Her Presence Was Like A Bouquet Of Flowers; She Looked So Fresh And Lovely That I Felt Ashamed Of My Unkempt Appearance And My Shaved Iodined Head.'you Must Excuse His Dirty Face,' Said The Nurse.mother Laughed, And How Well I Remember Her Endearing Words As She Hugged And Kissed Me: 'with All Thy Dirt I Love Thee Still.

Dictators Free Themselves, But They Enslave The People!

I Can't Understand Karl Marx, So How Can I Be A Communist?

Quebec From The Boat Looked Like The Ramparts Where Hamlet's Ghost Might Have Walked.

I Do Not Need Drugs To Be A Genius, Do Not Take A Genius To Be Human, But I Need Your Smile To Be Happy.