To say I'm without fear-- It wouldn't be true. I'm afraid of sickness, humiliation. Like anyone, I have my dreams. But I've learned to hide them, To protect myself From fulfillment: all happiness Attracts the Fates' anger. They are sisters, savages-- In the end they have No emotion but envy.
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