No one knows what it's like to be the bad man,
      to be the sad man.
     Behind blue eyes.
     No one knows what its like to be hated,
      to be fated,
     To telling only lies.
      -- The Who
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      Do you contend with shadows?
      Do you move in a kind of sleep?
      Time has slipped away.
      Your life is stolen.
      You tarried with trifles,
      Victim of your folly.
     
      -- Dirge for Jamis on the Funeral Plain,
      from "Songs of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan
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     Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea,
     Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if
     a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes
     me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know
     for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
      -- John Donne, "No Man is an Iland"
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