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poor, obscure, plain, and little
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Of what avail is an open eye, if the heart is blind?
—Solomon Ibn-Gabirol
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Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong — I have as much soul as you, — and full as much heart.
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