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"The
withered intricacies and ambiguities of our more gradual and
doubtful age were unknown to them. Violence was all. The flower
bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and
went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into
practice. Girls were roses, and their seasons were short as the
flowers’. Plucked they must be before nightfall; for the day was brief
and the day was all."

"For once the disease of reading has laid hold upon the system it weakens it so that it falls an easy prey to that other scourge which dwells in the ink pot and festers in the quill."

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