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Yet Alfred is no fairy tale;
His days as our days ran,
He also looked forth for an hour
On peopled plains and skies that lower,
From those few windows in the tower
That is the head of a man.
--
G. K. Chesterton, in The Ballad of the White Horse (1911), Dedication

 

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