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Don Quixote: “Thou lovest me, Sancho, I know,” – “and therefore I am induced to pardon thy prattle.”
Moby-Dick: “God help thee, old man, thy thoughts have created a creature in thee; and he whose intense thinking thus makes him a Prometheus; a vulture feeds upon that heart for ever; that vulture the very creature he creates.”