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PITHY QUOTES FROM PAST MASTERS
Is there a choice for strong souls to be weak?
For men erect to crawl like hissing snakes?
I choose not – I *am* Zarca. Let him choose
Who halts and wavers, having appetite
To feed on garbage. You, my child – are you
Halting and wavering?
For men erect to crawl like hissing snakes?
I choose not – I *am* Zarca. Let him choose
Who halts and wavers, having appetite
To feed on garbage. You, my child – are you
Halting and wavering?
The Complete Poetry of George Eliot. The Spanish Gypsy. Book I
