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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342916" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>T.a.h.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">YES, he was that, or that, as you prefer,—<br>Did so and so, though, faith, it was n’t all;<br>Lived like a fool, or a philosopher,<br>And had whatever’s needful to a fall.<br>As rough inflections on a planet merge <br>In the true bend of the gigantic sphere,<br>Nor mar the perfect circle of its verge,<br>So in the survey of his worth the small<br>Asperities of spirit disappear,<br>Lost in the grander curves of character. <br>He lately was hit hard; none knew but I<br>The strength and terror of that ghastly stroke,—<br>Not even herself. He uttered not a cry,<br>But set his teeth and made a revelry;<br>Drank like a devil,—staining sometimes red <br>The goblet ’s edge; diced with his conscience; spread,<br>Like Sisyphus, a feast for Death, and spoke<br>His welcome in a tongue so long forgot<br>That even his ancient guest remembered not<br>What race had cursed him in it. Thus my friend, <br>Still conjugating with each failing sense<br>The verb “to die” in every mood and tense,<br>Pursued his awful humor to the end.<br>When, like a stormy dawn, the crimson broke<br>From his white lips, he smiled and mutely bled, <br>And, having meanly lived, is grandly dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</a><div class=q>
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Did so and so, though, faith, it was n’t all;
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As rough inflections on a planet merge 
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