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I have faults. You have mercies. I have the doom. You have the solace. Out of pity the superior weeps for the inferior. The inferior looks down upon the superior. The presence of the superior to the inferior is venom. The absence of the superior is nectar. To be the best of all is not within my reach. But at ease I can be the worst of all. I want that my name should be on everybody’s lips. Whether they have a liking or dislike for me is of no importance. The sole object of my life is to show others that they are bound to think of me. Alas, I shine in my stupid obstinacy.