To Mary Shelley
The world is dreary,
And I am weary
Of wandering on without thee, Mary;
A joy was erewhile
In thy voice and thy smile,
And 'tis gone, when I should be gone too, Mary.
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" Iemand die liegt is zich niet van bewust van de grote taak die hij op zich neemt, want het vereist nog twintig leugens om de eerste in stand te houden.
He who tells a lie, is not sensible how great a task he undertakes. For he must be forced to invent twenty more to maintain that one.
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