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Thursday, April 18, 2024

A ucun hommes n’est une île


« No man is an island,

Entire of itself;

Every man is a piece of the continent, 

A part of the main.


If a clod be washed away by the sea,

Europe is the less,

As well as if a promontory were:

As well as if a manor of thy friend's

Or of thine own were.


Any man's death diminishes me,

Because I am involved in mankind.

And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;

It tolls for thee. »


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