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While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:


Triolet (1876)
by Robert Bridges

When first we met, we did not guess
That Love would prove so hard a master;
Of more than common friendliness
When first we met we did not guess.
Who could foretell the sore distress,
This irretrievable disaster,
When first we met?—We did not guess
That Love would prove so hard a master.


History is the version of past events that people have decided to agree upon.
— Napoleon Bonaparte