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Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, heavens conspir'd his overthrow; For, falling to a devilish exercise, And glutted now with learning's golden gifts, He surfeits upon cursed necromancy; Nothing so sweet as magic is to him, Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss: And this the man that in his study sits. : Dr. Faustus (Marlowe)
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- in a gilded cage...very beautiful inside...but it's just as amazing outside...wonder if i should open the door...
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2 comments:
get over it woman ....move ahead
beautiful picture. I just came across your blog. Read thru all that you have written. accept my belated congratulations for getting into the IPS. your tyrst with life and career is well depicted in your pictures and blogs. They serve as a dose of inspiration for aspirants like me.I am a civil service aspirant and will give my exam this year.
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