“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
"Be wise, Ariadne, you have small ears, you have my ears: let a shrewd word slip into them: Must one first not hate oneself, if one is to love oneself? I am your labyrinth…."
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