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No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each 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 if a manner of thine own Or of thine friend’s were. Each man’s death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind. Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee.
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Damnit, now I wish I can remember where I heard that recently.
So true. I used to see it a lot with corrections officers in the big institutions. It's sheer numbers and time spent together. Who rubs off on who?
What goes into your mind stays there, something i work hard to get my kids to understand.
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