“Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world
To be wonderful and youthful, after all.”
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and Other Poems / T. S. Eliot
If you steal from one author it's plagiarism, if you steal from many it's research. (Wilson Mizner)
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