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"The underground roads Are, as the dead prefer them, Always tortuous." "When he looked the cave in the eye, Hercules Had a moment of doubt." Leaning out over The dreadful precipice, One contemptuous tree."
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"The underground roads Are, as the dead prefer them, Always tortuous." "When he looked the cave in the eye, Hercules Had a moment of doubt." Leaning out over The dreadful precipice, One contemptuous tree."
W. H. Auden
1907 - 1973/Male/English