Those
who desire me but would not have me walk the way I walk, and those who
despise me but would not let me get away - what shall ye ever gain
except bites off a carcass that thine prey has been turned to ! And both
shall join one day and declare the dead did not value their honest
labour. Meanwhile, something will rot and decay in forest stink
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