Tis this desire of bending all things to our own purposes which turns them into confusion and is the chief source of every error in our lives.
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Born:
November 8, 1710
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The process of writing has something infinite about it. Even though it is interrupted each night, it is one single notation.
Arsenic sticks around and today it's easily found after death if somebody thinks of looking for it, because the problem with arsenic, it isn't looked for in the common tests for drugs.

