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I am poor in the essence of happiness, lady — rich only in never-ending unrest. In me there meet a combination of antithetical elements which are at eternal war with one another. Driven hither by objective influences — thither by subjective emotions — wafted one moment into blazing day, by mocking hope — plunged the next into the Cimmerian darkness of tangible despair, I am but a living ganglion of irreconcilable antagonisms. I hope I make myself clear, lady?
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Arthur Sullivan (H. M.S. Pinafore, or the Lass That Loved a Sailor: An Entirely Original Nautical Comic Opera in Two Acts (Classic Reprint))