A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;
And as with age his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers. I will plague them all
Even to roaring.
(Prospero to Ariel about Caliban; cursing him for being a devil!! Act 4 Sc. 1)
— 20 hours, 41 min ago
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