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Shakespeare Is The Happy Hunting Ground Of All Minds That Have Lost Their Balance.

Gazing Up Into The Darkness I Saw Myself As A Creature Driven And Derided By Vanity; And My Eyes Burned With Anguish And Anger.

The Apprehensive Faculty Must Be Scrutinised In Action.

He Found In The World Without As Actual What Was In His World Within As Possible.

I Am A Worker, A Tombstone Mason, Anxious To Pleace Averyburies And Jully Glad When Christmas Comes His Once Ayear.