"Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing ...

So far gone am I in the dark side of earth, that its other side, the theoretic bright one, seems but uncertain twilight to me.
So far gone am I in the dark side of earth, that its other side, the theoretic bright one, seems but...
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