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When I run over the frightful catalogue of my sins, I cannot believe that I am the same creature whose thoughts were once filled with sublime and transcendent visions of the beauty and the majesty of goodness. But it is even so the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil.

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

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