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Modern Love XXVII: Distraction is the Panacea

 Distraction is the panacea, Sir! 
I hear my oracle of Medicine say.
Doctor! that same specific yesterday I tried, and the result will not deter A second trial.
Is the devil's line Of golden hair, or raven black, composed? And does a cheek, like any sea-shell rosed, Or clear as widowed sky, seem most divine? No matter, so I taste forgetfulness.
And if the devil snare me, body and mind, Here gratefully I score:--he seemèd kind, When not a soul would comfort my distress! O sweet new world, in which I rise new made! O Lady, once I gave love: now I take! Lady, I must be flattered.
Shouldst thou wake The passion of a demon, be not afraid.

by George Meredith
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