| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - And how shall I go on To say by what machinery the slow net Of my fantastic and increasing hate Was ever woven as it was around us?I cannot answer; and you need not ask What undulating reptile he was like, For such a worm as I discerned in him Was never yet on earth or in the ocean, Or anywhere else than in my sense of him.Had all I made of him been tangible, The Lord must have invented long ago S
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