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Read this, world! He who writes is dead to thee, / But still lives in these leaves. He spake inspired:
Night and day, thought came unhelped, undesired, / Like blood to his heart. The course of study he / Went through was of the soul-rack. The degree / He took was high: it was wise wretchedness.