«Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea, for an acre of barren ground: long heath, brown furze, any thing; the wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death.» W. Shakespeare, The Tempest
«I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.» Stevie Smith, Not Waving but Drowning
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