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2a93c03
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Laughter is poison to fear.
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catelyn-stark
fear
george-r-r-martin
happiness
laughter
poison
wise
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George R.R. Martin |
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9111195
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"Yelena, you've driven me crazy. You've caused me considerable trouble and I've contemplated ending your life twice since I've known you." Valek's warm breath in my ear sent a shiver down my spine. "But you've slipped under my skin, invaded my blood and seized my heart." "That sounds more like a poison than a person," was all I could say. His confession had both shocked and thrilled me. "Exactly," Valek replied. "You have poisoned me." --
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poison
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Maria V. Snyder |
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587ef9a
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"Poison!" Grover yelped. "Don't let those things touch you or..." "Or we'll die?" I guessed.
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humor
poison
shrivel
swords
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Rick Riordan |
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faef105
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Let today be the day you stop being haunted by the ghost of yesterday. Holding a grudge & harboring anger/resentment is poison to the soul. Get even with people...but not those who have hurt us, forget them, instead get even with those who have helped us.
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action
anger
change
grudges
inspirational
life
living-in-the-present
motivational
poison
resentment
seize-the-day
soul
success
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Steve Maraboli |
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d57e92c
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I think resentment is when you take the poison and wait for the other person to die
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frequently-misattributed-quote
poison
resentment
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M.T. |
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3760cc0
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Stop longing. You poison today's ease, reaching always for tomorrow.
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longing
philosophy
poison
present
today
tomorrow
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Robin Hobb |
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ebfbbff
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true apothecary thy drugs art quick
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poison
romeo-and-juliet
sad
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William Shakespeare |
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9c5126f
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"Mr. Satterthwaite looked cheered. Suddenly an idea struck him. His jaw fell. "My goodness," he cried, "I've only just realized it! That rascal, with his poisoned cocktail! Anyone might have drunk it! It might have been me!" "There is an even more terrible possibility that you have not considered," said Poirot. "Eh?" "It might have been me," said Hercule Poirot."
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hercule-poirot
humor
mystery
poirot
poison
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Agatha Christie |
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0c72a8e
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My love, do you recall the object which we saw, That fair, sweet, summer morn! At a turn in the path a foul carcass On a gravel strewn bed, Its legs raised in the air, like a lustful woman, Burning and dripping with poisons, Displayed in a shameless, nonchalant way Its belly, swollen with gases. -
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poison
wantonness
woman
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Charles Baudelaire |
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5d1c50b
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"Look, why don't you go talk to Ron about all this?" Harry asked. "Well, I would, but he's always asleep when I go and see him!" said Lavender fretfully. "Is he?" said Harry, surprised, for he had found Ron perfectly alert every time he had been up to the hospital wing."
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lavender-brown
poison
ron
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J.K. Rowling |
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6aa9e6b
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He looked haggard and careworn, like a Borgia who has suddenly remembered that he has forgotten to shove cyanide in the consomme, and the dinner-gong due any moment.
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forgetfulness
humor
poison
unhappiness
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P.G. Wodehouse |
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b654c7d
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If there is no wound in your hand You can carry poison in your hand. Poison does not attack one who is unwounded. There is no evil for one who does not do evil.
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evil
poison
v-124
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Anonymous |
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1d3c16b
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This was a normal town once, and we were normal people. Most of us worked at the plastics factory on the outskirts of town. Then one day there was an accident... something escaped from the factory, a yellow gas. It floated over the town so fast that we didn't see it, didn't realize... and then it was too late, and Dark Falls wasn't a normal town anymore.
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creepy
dark-falls
death
factory
gas
grief
living-dead
murder
normal
people
plastics
poison
pollution
small-town
townsfolk
yellow
zombie
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R.L. Stine |
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15d4ff6
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Bodies need poison. Withdrawals without it. Toxin-free airs a killer.
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poison
toxins
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Hubert Selby Jr. |
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5d7500b
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There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
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greed
money
murder
poison
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William Shakespeare |
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e316b7d
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all men carry murder in their hearts, yet even so, the poisoner is beneath contempt.
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murder
poison
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George R.R. Martin |
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fa51228
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"You smoke?" "Smoke? Do I look like a fucking idiot?"
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cigarette
cigarettes
health
idiocy
idiot
lung-cancer
poison
slow-death
smoking
stupidity
suicide
tobacco
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Richard K. Morgan |
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3b54aa5
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As a rule, theologians know nothing of this world, and far less of the next; but they have the power of stating the most absurd propositions with faces solemn as stupidity touched by fear. It is a part of their business to malign and vilify the , , , , Tyndalls, , , , and Drapers, and to bow with uncovered heads before the murderers, adulterers, and persecutors of the world. They are, for the most part, engaged in poisoning the minds of the young, prejudicing children against science, teaching the astronomy and geology of the bible, and inducing all to desert the sublime standard of reason.
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adulterers
afterlife
alexander-humboldt
alexander-von-humboldt
astronomy
charles-darwin
children-science
darwin
david-hume
draper
ernst-haeckel
fear
geology
haeckel
herbert-spencer
humboldt
hume
john-draper
john-tyndall
john-william-draper
knowledge
mind
murderers
paine
persecutors
poison
power
prejudice
propositions
reason
spencer
stupidity
sublime
theologian
theologians
theology
thomas-paine
tyndall
vilify
voltaire
wilhelm-humboldt
wilhelm-von-humboldt
world
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Robert G. Ingersoll |
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97e3315
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"I guess if there's one thing I can say about the 21st century, it's that the 21st century is all flash and no substance... everything is digital, nothing but files of invisible electronic data on computers and mindless zombies on their cellular phones... it's sad how because of the digital age, society is ultimately doomed. Nothing in the digital age is real anymore, and you know, they say celluloid film and ray tube televisions and maybe even paper might become obsolete in this century? ...What's most annoying is that nobody cares, they've just learned to accept the digital age and get addicted to it... none of them are ever going to step up and say to the world, "you're all a bunch of sheep!" and even if they did say anything, I doubt anyone would listen... they're all too obsessed and attached to their cellular phones and overly big televisions and whatever other moronic things they've got these days... it almost makes me want an apocalypse to happen, to erase digital technology and force the world to start over again."
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apocalypse
bleak
book
books
camera
cell-phones
celluloid
depressingly-honest
digital
doom
film
future
paper
photography
poison
scary
super-8
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Rebecca McNutt |
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60ea18e
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Take him away. Prepare a feast. Forget nothing. My crown: the golden cutlery. The poison bottles; and the fumes; the wreaths of ivy and the bloody joints; the chains; the bowl of nettles; the spices; the baskets of fresh grass; the skulls and spines; the ribs and shoulder-blades. Forget nothing or, by the blindness of my sockets, I will have your hearts out. Take him away...
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bones
crown
feast
hearts
lamb
poison
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Mervyn Peake |
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02acec9
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It was like a great bee come home from some field where the honey is full of poison wildness, of insanity and nightmare, its body crammed with that over-rich nectar and now it was sleeping the evil out of itself.
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nightmare
poison
scary-reality
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Ray Bradbury |
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a71c2fd
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When a man is overcome by anger, he has a poisoned fever. He loses his strength, he loses his power over himself and over others. He throws away time in which he might have gained the end he desires. The is no time for anger in the world. - The Ancient One
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poison
weakness
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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7647a69
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...the real poison within families is not the poison that you put in your food, but the poison that grows up in the heart when people are jealous of one another and cannot speak these feelings and drain out the poison that way.
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poison
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Alexander McCall Smith |
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5988e5f
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It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love. Dr. Juvenal Urbino noticed is as soon as he entered the still darkened house where he has hurried on an urgent call to attend a case that for him had lost all urgency many years before. The Antillean refugee Jeremiah de Saint-Amour, disabled war veteran, photographer of children, and his most sympathetic opponent in chess, had escaped the torments of memory with the aromatic fumes of gold cyanide.
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cyanide
doctor
poison
suicide
unrequited-love
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Gabriel García Márquez |
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024f860
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And even in the open air the stench of whiskey was appalling. To this fiendish poison, I am certain, the greater part of the squalor I saw is due. Many of these vermin were obviously not foreigners--I counted at least five American countenances in which a certain vanished decency half showed through the red whiskey bloating. Then I reflected upon the power of wine, and marveled how self-respecting persons can imbibe such stuff, or permit it to be served upon their tables. It is the deadliest enemy with which humanity is faced. Not all the European wars could produce a tenth of the havock occasioned among men by the wretched fluid which responsible governments allow to be sold openly. Looking upon that mob of sodden brutes, my mind's eye pictured a scene of different kind; a table bedecked with spotless linen and glistening silver, surrounded by gentlemen immaculate in evening attire--and in the reddening faces of those gentlemen I could trace the same lines which appeared in full development of the beasts of the crowd. Truly, the effects of liquor are universal, and the shamelessness of man unbounded. How can reform be wrought in the crowd, when supposedly respectable boards groan beneath the goblets of rare old vintages? Is mankind asleep, that its enemy is thus entertained as a bosom friend? But a week or two ago, at a parade held in honour of the returning Rhode Island National Guard, the Chief Executive of this State, Mr. Robert Livingston Beeckman, prominent in New York, Newport, and Providence society, appeared in such an intoxicated condition that he could scarce guide his mount, or retain his seat in the saddle, and he the guardian of the liberties and interests of that Colony carved by the faith, hope, and labour of Roger Williams from the wilderness of savage New-England! I am perhaps an extremist on the subject of prohibition, but I can see no justification whatsoever for the tolerance of such a degrading demon as drink.
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ale
beer
booze
drinking
drunk
drunkeness
lovecraft
poison
sobriety
straight-edge
teetotal
teetotaler
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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581295c
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"Poisoning us," Bren said, faced with what was a truly attractive service, and with the servants still in the room, "is a process of inconveniently many steps, though conservative of the furniture. One believes we may just have breakfast this morning, nadiin-ji."
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poison
poisoning
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C.J. Cherryh |
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7ed9030
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The few cures we have recorded could be multiplied many times over, many of them experienced by people who had failed to find relief through conventional medical treatment. If a story from Scotland is to be believed, the success of one holy well, St. Drostan's at Newdosk (Angus), was so distasteful to the local doctors that they decided to poison the well. When the people heard of their intention, they banded together to attack and kill the doctors!
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doctors
holy-well
poison
well
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Colin Bord |
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5ca8374
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Hot, bright heat filled him like some ecstatic poison, and Hartan's pony shied in terror as a wordless howl burst from his throat. His dripping ears were flat to his skull, fire crackled in his brown eyes, his huge sword blurred in a whirring figure eight before him, and the brigand running at him gawked in sudden panic. The raider's feet skidded in mud as he tried to brake, but it was far too late. He was face-to-face with the worst nightmare of any Norfressan, a Horse Stealer hradani in the grip of the Rage, and a thunderbolt of steel split him from crown to navel.
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brigand
ecstasy
ecstatic
fear
fight
fire
gawk
heat
howl
hradani
nightmare
panic
poison
skirmish
steel
sword
terror
thief
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David Weber |
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75d3ab5
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"Tell me what you want me to do," Gary said almost eagerly. He was sick of bullies pushing him around. "You are going to walk in by yourself and fish for as much information as you can get before they try to kill you," Gregori answered. " . I hope that's the operative word," Gary said nervously. " to kill me." "You will not have to worry about yourself," Gregori informed him, his voice utterly confident. "But it is necessary that the police do not come looking for you. That means no dead bodies in your room." "Right, messy. If I have vampires and nut cases from the society hunting me, we don't need the cops, too," Gary admitted. He was sweating now, his palms so wet he kept rubbing them on his jeans. "Do not worry so much." Gregori flashed a smile meant to reassure, the one that left vivid images of open graves. "I will be with you every step of the way. You might even have fun playing Rambo." "He had a big gun," Gary pointed out. "' m going up there with my bare hands. I think it might be pertinent to say I've never won a single fistfight. I've been put in trash cans and toilets and had my face rubbed in the dirt. I'm no good in a fight." "I am," Gregori said softly, his hand suddenly on Gary's shoulder. It was the first time Gary could remember the Carpathian voluntarily touching him out of camaraderie. "Gary is saying all these things, , yet he intended to go up against a man brandishing a knife with only his lab jacket for protection." Gary blushed a fiery red. "You know why I was in the lab," he reminded Gregori, ashamed. "I made a tranquilizer that works on your blood, and they turned it into a poison of some kind. We've got to do something about that. If something goes wrong tonight, and they get me, all my notes on the formula are in my laptop, too." "This is beginning more and more to sound like a bad movie." Gregori sighed. "Come on, you two amateurs." He was impassive on the outside, but he couldn't help laughing on the inside. "Do not worry about the formula. I allowed one of the members to inject me with it, so we know its components and are working on an antidote now." "It didn't work?" Gary was appalled. He had spent a tremendous amount of time on that formula. Although Morrison and his crew had perverted it, he was still disappointed. "You cannot have it both ways, Gary." Exasperated, Gregori gave him a little shove toward the entrance to the hotel. "You should not the damn thing to work." "Hey, my reputation is on the line." "So was mine. I neutralized the poison." Gregori nudged him again. "Get moving."
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good-in-a-fight
gregori-and-savannah
poison
rambo
reputation
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Christine Feehan |
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8a63001
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"Human life must be cheap to the one who can place the dollar above it" -John Ruston"
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poison
science
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Deborah Blum |
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b6e7ac3
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Poetry... it consumed Sappho's young years, it nourished Goethe's old age. Drug, the Greeks called it, both poison and medicine.
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medicinea
poetry
poison
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Umberto Eco |