Curses are like chickens, they always come home.
Many a man curses the rain that falls upon his head, and knows that it brings abundance to drive away hunger.
Curses always recoil on the head of him who imprecates them. If you put a chain around the neck of a slave, the other end fastens itself around your own.
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