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decline of man

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ancient men conquered cities, put them to sword and fire, meanwhile you go to the whine bar with ur "gf" and enjoy tasteful banter - YOU ARE GAY
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My dear sir, your declaration carries with it the noble melancholy of one who finds himself an exile in his own epoch; to confess that one is not the man of modernity and its customs is, in truth, no small distinction in an age so enamoured of haste, vulgarity, and the transient caprices of the multitude, and bespeaks rather a mind formed upon older and sterner models of honour, reflection, and decorum.
 
My dear sir, your declaration carries with it the noble melancholy of one who finds himself an exile in his own epoch; to confess that one is not the man of modernity and its customs is, in truth, no small distinction in an age so enamoured of haste, vulgarity, and the transient caprices of the multitude, and bespeaks rather a mind formed upon older and sterner models of honour, reflection, and decorum.
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My dear sir, your declaration carries with it the noble melancholy of one who finds himself an exile in his own epoch; to confess that one is not the man of modernity and its customs is, in truth, no small distinction in an age so enamoured of haste, vulgarity, and the transient caprices of the multitude, and bespeaks rather a mind formed upon older and sterner models of honour, reflection, and decorum.
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