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Much Ado About Nothing
by William Shakespeare
Beatrice is my kindred soul. Only I wish I was half as witty.
“Not till God make men of some other metal than earth.”
“In our last conflict four of his five wits went halting off.”
I found my equal if not superior in the art of loathing the very existence of men.