"men say war is a dark cloud, but men create their own weather- and then they stand in the rain and say, 'damn, whey's it raining?'"
"how happy is the blameless vestals lot? The world forgetting by the oldLEDorgot! Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned."
"blessed are the forgetful, for the get the better of their blunders"
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