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For most men, time moves slowly, oh so slowly, they don't even realize it. But time has revealed itself to me in a very special way. Time is a rushing, howling wind that rages past me, withering me in a single, relentless blast, and then continues on. I've been sitting here passively, submissive to its rage, watching its work. Listen! Time, howling, withering!
— Barnabas
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Into the space of one little hour sins enough may be conjured up by evil tongues to blast the fame of a whole life of virtue.
— Washington Irving
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