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I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us - don't tell
They'd banish us, you know
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
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"A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson, glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition."
-- King Lear Act II, Scene 2.
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