More are men's ends marked than their lives before. The setting sun, the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past.

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry! England and Saint George!

Love is an emotion not to play
when hurt, it breaks the human clay

An allegory is not meant to be taken literally. There is a great lack of comprehension on the part of some readers.

Written By Naguib Mahfouz

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