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Max Havelaar
nothing, and did nothing! Look, that was cruel! He grudged me the last vestige of the martyr’s glory, I was not to be made important through prosecution, nor unhappy through excessive wit! O, Duclari . . . O, Verbrugge . . . it was calculated once and for all to make one loathe epigrams and turkeys! So little encouragement quenches the flame of genius unto the last spark . . . inclusive; I never did it again!”
