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About Me"The intellect of a man is forced to choose
Perfection of the life, or of the work, And if it take the second must refuse A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark. When all that story's finished, what's the news? In luck or out the toil has left it's mark: That old perplexity an empty purse, Or the day's vanity, the night's remorse." The Choice W.B. Yeats Comments
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