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| Master, why have I come to sorrow? | |
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| Because you wanted something. | |
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| So to avoid sorrow, I should want nothing? | |
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| No! For he who wants nothing never gets it, and so comes to sorrow. | |
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| So it's pretty much sorrow every which way you go, then. | |
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| Wrong again. That's all for today. Now go clean the ashtrays. | |
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