It always comes, and when it comes they know. To will it is enough to bring them there. The knack is this, to fasten and not let go. Their limbs are charmed; they cannot stay or go. Desire is limbo: they¼re unhappy there. It always comes, and when it comes they know. Their choice of hells would be the one they know. Dante describes it, the wind circling there. The knack is this, to fasten and not let go. The wind carries them where they want to go. Yet it seems cruel to strangers passing there. It always comes, and when it comes they know The knack is this, to fasten and not let go.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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