Every man worth the name has a yellow snake in his soul, seated as on a throne, saying if he cries: ‘I want to!’: ‘No!’ Lock eyes with the fixed gaze of Nixies or Satyresses, says the Tooth: ‘Think of your duty!’ Make children, or plant trees, polish verses, or marble frieze, the Tooth says: ‘Tonight, where will you be?’ Whatever he likes to consider there’s never a moment passing a man can’t hear the warning of that insufferable Viper.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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