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Beloved, we are always in the wrong, Handling so clumsily our stupid lives, Suffering too little or too long, Too careful even in our selfish loves: The decorative manias we obey. Die in grimaces round us every day, Yet through their tohu-bohu comes a voice. Which utters an absurd command - Rejoice.

W. H. Auden