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| 83f3b24 | This mundus tenebrosus, this shaddowy world of Mankind, is sunk into Night; there is not a Field without its Spirits, nor a City without its Daemons, and the Lunaticks speak Prophesies while the Wise men fall into the Pitte. | lunatics the-pit evil | Peter Ackroyd | |
| 5628271 | Naturally, we lunatics are the kindest of the bunch. | funny lunatics nice kind | Eoin Colfer |