In The Apple Tree

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‘No Man is an Island’

‘No Man is an Island’

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 any manner of thy friends 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.

John Donne

1624



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An elephant run wild, drunk on rum, calls for a female without hope of being understood. What to do? It is not 1947 now.

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