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Life, The Permission To Know Death.

Youth Is Cause, Effect Is Age; So With The Thickening Of The Neck We Get Data.

This Head Has Risen Above Its Hair In A Moment Of Abandon Known Only To Men Who Have Drawn Their Feet Out Of Their Boots To Walk Awhile In The Corridors Of The Mind.

The Very Condition Of Woman Is So Subject To Hazard, So Complex, And So Grievous, That To Place Her At One Moment Is But To Displace Her At The Next.

After All, It Is Not Where One Washes One's Neck That Counts But Where One Moistens One's Throat.