Vulp mutters something about a waste of paper and shoulders his waraxe and hefts his sheild.
Vulp mutters something about a waste of paper and shoulders his waraxe and hefts his sheild.
Me quoque per multos similis fortuna labores
iactatam hac demum voluit consistere terra.
Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco.
Publius Vergilius Maro, The Aeneid
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