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“What of the hunting, hunter bold? Brother, the watch was 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!”

...greatness.

“What of the hunting, hunter bold? Brother, the watch was 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!” ...greatness.

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So twix these devils and the deep May courteous trumpets sound. To welcome fate's discourtesy Whereby it may be found. How in all times of our distress And our salvation, too.

The game

is more than the players of the game...

And the ship more than the crew.

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Bravo. Who wrote that?

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R. Kipling.

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R. Kipling.

I thought I'd seen it before but I couldn't be sure.