My dear fellow,' burlingame said, 'we sit here on a blind rock careening through space; we are all of us rushing headlong to the grave. think you the worms will care, when anon they make a meal of you, whether you spent your moment sighing wigless in your chamber, or sacked the golden towns of montezuma? lookee, the day's nigh spent; 'tis gone careening into time forever. not a tale's length past we lined our bowels with dinner, and already they growl for more. we are dying men, ebenezer: i'faith, there's time for naught but bold resolves!
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My Dear Fellow,' Burlingame Said, 'we Sit
My dear fellow,' burlingame said, 'we sit here on a blind rock careening through space; we are all of us rushing headlong to the grave. think you the worms will care, when anon they make a meal of you, whether you spent your moment sighing wigless in your chamber, or sacked the golden towns of montezuma? lookee, the day's nigh spent; 'tis gone careening into time forever. not a tale's length past we lined our bowels with dinner, and already they growl for more. we are dying men, ebenezer: i'faith, there's time for naught but bold resolves!
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