Socorro, leitor. Trinny e Susannah passaram pelo meu guarda-roupa e levaram quatro sacos de 50L cheios. E agora, cadê as duas mil libras pra que eu o renove?
I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use, silence, exile and cunning.
Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.
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