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“All these cobwebs of the brain were spun about the path of the old king, the human god, who, immeshed in them like a fly in the toils of a spider, could hardly stir a limb for the threads of custom, ‘light as air but strong as links of iron,’ that crossing and recrossing each other in an endless maze bound him fast within a network of observances from which death or deposition alone could release him.”