“’Why is thy mind so entangled,’ said the master, ‘that thou slackenest thy pace? What matters it to thee what they whisper here? Follow me, and let the people talk. Stand thou as a firm tower which never shakes its summit for blast of winds. Forever the man in whom thought wells up on thought sets back his mark because the one saps the force of the other.’ What could I answer save, ‘I come?’”
THE DIVINE COMEDY, Dante Alighieri
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