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There are no great men save the poet, the priest,
and the soldier.
The man who sings, the man who offers up sacrifice,
and the man who sacrifices himself.
The rest are born for the whip.
Let us beware of the rabble, of common-sense,
good-nature, inspiration, and evidence.
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