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Stephen Crane

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The word is clear only to the kind who on peak or plain, from dark northern ice-fields to the hot wet jungles, through all wine and want, through lies and unfamiliar truth, dark or light, are governed by the unknown gods, and though each man knows the law, no man may give tongue to it.
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"The Clan of No Name" (1899); published in the anthology Wounds in the Rain (1900)

 
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