No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself, and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which is the true.
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“Behold, verily, there is the woman of the scarlet letter; and of a truth, moreover, there is the likeness of the scarlet letter running along by her side! Come, therefore, and let us fling mud at them!” (this is supposed to be said by little kids)
