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Alas, you have landed on my page where few have dared to lay siege if you care to wander you may hence after flounder until your old age!
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Alas, you have landed on my page where few have dared to lay siege if you care to wander you may hence after flounder until your old age!
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Is all our Life, then, but a dream
Seen faintly in the golden gleam
Athwart Time's dark resistless stream?
Bowed to the earth with bitter woe,
Or laughing at some raree-show,
We flutter idly to and fro.
Man's little Day in haste we spend,
And, from its merry noontide, send
No glance to meet the silent end.
-- Sylvie and Bruno, Lewis Carroll
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m.o.k.h.o.i.n.a. at sps dot nus dot edu dot sg
