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  • The Intellectuals

    Who shall deliver my soul from the words of men?… Harken ye loud and presumptuous ones, wind-strewn children of your own caprice: We are parched beside your well-springs, we are starved by the meat you offer us, we have grown blind by the light of your lamps. You are like a road that leads nowhither,…

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