She dealt her pretty words like Blades
She dealt her pretty words like Blades —
How glittering they shone —
And every One unbared a Nerve
Or wantoned with a Bone —
She never deemed — she hurt —
That — is not Steel's Affair —
A vulgar grimace in the Flesh —
How ill the Creatures bear —
To Ache is human — not polite —
The Film upon the eye
Mortality's old Custom —
Just locking up — to Die.
-Emily Dickinson
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Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life,
or whether that station will be held by anybody else,
these pages must show.
-Charles Dickens, David Copperfield
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