The first man to compare the cheeks of a young woman to a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat it was possibly an idiot.
If some great catastrophe is not announced every morning, we feel a certain void. Nothing in the paper today, we sigh.
From infancy on, we are all spies; the shame is not this but that the secrets to be discovered are so paltry and few.
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