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| 18 | 941 | "There is View more quotes about something">something," he said, "between the fancies of poets and the biting, and the rooting and sniffing of beasts". |
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| 18 | 938 | Your pride demanded either the perfection of the myth or the perfection of its most villainous renunciation. |
| 18 | 939 | If you were not the highest, you would demand to be the lowest; if you were not the best, you would be nothing less than the worst; if there was not the myth there was to be nothing". |
| 18 | 940 | Samos now spoke softly. |
| 18 | 941 | "There is something," he said, "between the fancies of poets and the biting, and the rooting and sniffing of beasts". |
| 18 | 942 | "What?" I asked. |
| 18 | 943 | "Man," he said. |
| 18 | 944 | I looked away again, this time away from the marshes, and over the city of Port Kar. |