If I were a younger man, I would write me a history of human stupidity I would climb to the top of Mount McCabe and I would lie down on my back with my history for a pillow; and I would take from the ground some of the blue-white poison that makes statues of men; and I would make a statue of myself, lying on my back, grinning horribly, and thumbing my nose at You Know Who.
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