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Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.
Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness --a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster-children into strength and athletic proportion.
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.
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