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And I, the fraction, said to that mighty archer,
"What darkness is brewed behind that cherub face, when,
with that burning arrow, you set fire to my inward caverns
and by this aim, broke a proud and noble beast
such that he was found tamed by the very hand of madness:
He is forever subject to trembing as the ill,
forever subject to sobs as the mourning,
and forever subject to longings as the hungry.
Behold, in the far country, a mighty tower fell,
yet, by what dreaded weapon was this,
if not the black archery of that olympian."
-L'Inconnu