"We are full of rhythms . . . our pulse, our gestures, our digestive tracts, the lunar and seasonal cycles."

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Lives there the man with soul so dead as to disown the wish to merit the people's applause, and having uttered words worthy to be kept in cedar oil to latest times, to leave behind him rhymes that dread neither herrings nor frankincense.

— Aulus Persius Flaccus