Chapter 12: Simple, Really
I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in't; I have supp'd full with horrors;
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
Cannot once start me.
-William Shakespeare, Macbeth 5.5
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