Rich. Downe, downe I come, like glist’ring Phaeton,
Wanting the manage of vnruly Iades.
In the base Court? base Court, where Kings grow base,
To come at Traytors Calls, and doe them Grace.
In the base Court come down: down Court, down King,
For night-Owls shrike, where moũting Larks should sing.

— Shakespeare, “Richard II” (Folio 1, 1623)

Will you chew until it bleeds?

— Trent Reznor

Rich. Now is the Winter of our Discontent,

Made glorious Summer by this Son of Yorke:

And all the clouds that lowr’d vpon our house

In the deepe bosome of the Ocean buried.

— Shakespeare, “Richard III”  (Folio 1, 1623)

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Eis, de novo, o motivo que determinou tal fato.

Efectivamente.

De facto, já dizia o velho Spooner,

there are some people who appear to be strong, whose idea of what strength consists of is persuasive, but who inhabit the idea and not the fact. What they possess is not strength but expertise. They have nurtured and maintained what is in fact a calculated posture. Half the time it works. It takes a man of intelligence and perception to stick a needle through that posture and discern the essential of flabbiness of stance.

Exactamente.

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