"I have not loved the world nor the world me I have not flatter'd its rank breath nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee.
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, st...
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