And Shakespeare's Antonio tells it best:
In sooth I know not why I am so sad
It wearies me; you say it wearies you;
But how I caught it, found it, came by it,
What stuf tis made of, whereof it is born;
I am to learn.
And such a want-wit sadness makes out of me
That I have much ado to know myself.
:-/
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