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“I must learn to be as the bear in a cage with the stick that pokes it always, through the bars. The bear acts as if the stick is made of air, and takes no notice of it, even when it is sharpened and draws blood. I must do the same.”

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Book:Sinful Folk
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Book:Songs of Innocence and of Experience
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