I got you to look after me, and you got me to look after you, and that’swhy.
Tom’s cowardice was as huge as his courage, as it must be in great men.
And is usually true of a man of one idea, [Charles] became obsessed.
…and the break would never come as long as fear can turn to wrath.
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death’s brother.
I have no choice of living or dying, you see, sir, but I do have a choice of how I do it.
He stopped, feeling lonely in his long speech.
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