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1886–1950

EPILOGUE

John Gould Fletcher

The barking of little dogs in the night is more remembered than the shining of the stars: Only those who watch for long may see the moon rise: And they are mad ever after and go with blind eyes Nosing hungrily in the gutter for the scraps that men throw to the dogs;

Few heed their babblings.

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