NEED I RATTLE?
Sanctimonious as can be, here comes the
lady with locks. 'I do not love thee, Doctor;
I do not love thee well. You take my joys, and
bind them up, and diagnose them - Hell! What
is it you know of living? What is it you know
at all? Does the inside know of the outside?
Does the guard-dog see over the wall?
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