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1842–1914

DIAGNOSIS.

Ambrose Bierce

Cried Allen Forman: “Doctor, pray Compose my spirits’ strife: O what may be my chances, say, Of living all my life?

“For lately I have dreamed of high And hempen dissolution! O doctor, doctor, how can I Amend my constitution?”

The learned leech replied: “You're young And beautiful and strong — Permit me to inspect your tongue: H'm, ah, ahem!—‘ tis long.”

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