Poetry is of so subtle a spirit, that in the pouring out of one language into another it will evaporate.
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Nationality: British Type: Politician Born: 1615 Death: 1668 |
Because there is something helpless and weak and innocent - something like an infant - deep inside us all that really suffers in ways we would never permit an insect to suffer.
The memories stayed with him for so long, and stayed vivid. And it didn't matter to me that he'd already repeated that before. I could hear it forever.

