181: With vanity before reason, is Winter every season


What then, is impressing on you this tension that you seem unable to dissolve? That knows you through, and hits on the mark with perfect, disabling blows, and yet you cannot name or touch. It is you sir, the source as well remedy, of your cold anxieties. It is not with reason you have pitted yourself, but conceit against.


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