The Problem of Pain

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The Problem of Pain Page 9

HELL

What is the world, O soldiers?

It is I: I, this incessant snow,

This northern sky; Soldiers, this solitude

Through which we go

Is I.

W. DE LA MARE, Napoleon

Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.

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