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So I Turn Once More To Those Who Sneer At This My City, And I Give Them Back The Sneer And Say To Them: Come And Show Me Another City With Lifted Head Singing So Proud To Be Alive And Coarse And Strong And Cunning.

Often I Look Back And See That I Had Been Many Kinds Of A Fool-and That I Had Been Happy In Being This Or That Kind Of Fool.

There Is Only One Child In The World And The Child’s Name Is All Children.

Why Does A Hearse Horse Snicker, Hauling A Lawyer Away?

Newspapers Tell Beforehand What Is Going To Happen - Maybe.