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Ye Children Of Man! Whose Life Is A Span, Protracted With Sorrow From Day To Day, Naked And Featherless, Feeble And Querulous, Sickly, Calamitous Creatures Of Clay!

To Win The People, Always Cook Them Some Savoury That Pleases Them.

The Old Are In A Second Childhood.

Full Of Wiles, Full Of Guile, At All Times, In All Ways, Are The Children Of Men.

Ah! The Generals! They Are Numerous, But Not Good For Much!