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You've Never Lived Until You've Almost Died. For Those Who Have Fought For It, Life Has A Flavor The Protected Shall Never Know.

We Breathe, Sleep, Drink, Eat, Work And Then Die! The End Of Life Is Death. What Do You Long For? Love? A Few Kisses And You Will Be Powerless. Money? What For? To Gratify Your Desires. Glory? What Coems After It All? Death! Death Alone Is Certain.

In Fact Living Is Dying.

History, That Excitable And Unreliable Old Lady.

The English Have Only Three Sauces - A White One, A Brown One And A Yellow One, And None Of Them Have Any Flavor Whatever.