this teetering croquembouche of impudence
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We can make our minds so like still water that beings gather about us that they may see, it may be, their own images, and so live for a moment with a clearer, perhaps even with a fiercer life because of our quiet.
W. B. Yeats,
The Celtic Twilight
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