What of the hunting, hunter bold? / —Brother, the watch has long and cold. / What of the quarry ye went to kill? / —Brother, he crops in the jungle still. / Where is the power that made your pride? / —Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side. / Where is the haste that ye hurry by? / —Brother, I go to my lair to die.
-Rudyard Kipling
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