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Readers Transform A Library From A Mausoleum Into Many Theaters.

I Would Like To Be A Figment Of My Own Imagination, But Belly And Bowels Will Not Permit.

Idleness Makes People Feeble And Peevish. Work Makes Them Stalwart And Prone To Anger.

Who Would Not Give Up Wit For Power And Beauty?

With Every Physical Pain, My Moral Fibre Unravels A Little.