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You think you deserve that pain, but you don't. -- Me and You and Everyone We Know

O let not time deceive you You cannot conquer Time. You shall love your crooked neighbour With all your crooked heart. -- W.H. Auden, "As I Walked Out One Evening"

The moving finger writes, and having writ Moves on, nor all your piety nor wit Can lure it back to cancel half a line Nor all your tears wash out a word of it. -- Omar Khayyam, Rubaiyyat  (Fitzgerald's translation)