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Upon occasion, when I have a particularly odorous wind, I do my best to trap it within a silver chalice, for later olfactory perusal.
My current omnibus of redolence is quite varied and expansive.
I fear before long I shall have to expand my cellar, for space is becoming insufficient.
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“Wolves which batten upon lambs, lambs consumed by wolves, the strong who immolate the weak, the weak victims of the strong: there you have Nature, there you have her intentions, there you have her scheme: a perpetual action and reaction, a host of vices, a host of virtues, in one word, a perfect equilibrium resulting from the equality of good and evil on earth.”
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