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A crowd within a crowd

We are, each of us, a multitude. I am not the man I was this morning, nor the man of yesterday. I am a throng of myself queued through time. We are, gentle reader, each a crowd within a crowd.
- Josiah Bancroft, Arm of the Sphinx


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