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H. L. Mencken

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No healthy man, in his secret heart, is content with his destiny. He is tortured by dreams and images as a child is tortured by the thought of a state of existence in which it would live in a candy store and have two stomachs.
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The Art Eternal, New York Evening Mail (1918)

 
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