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If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face and lie.

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I was taking a part of the South to transplant in alien soil, to see if it could grow differently, if it could drink of new and cool rains, bend in strange winds, respond to the warmth of other suns and, perhaps, to bloom
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We had our own literature, our own systems of law, religion, medicine, science, and education.
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You usually take it for granted and think you know us, but our history is far stranger than you suspect, and we are not what we seem.
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Somewhere in the dead of the southern night my life had switched onto the wrong track and without my knowing it.
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Is not life exactly what it ought to be, in a certain sense? Isn’t it only the naive who find all of this baffling?
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Kill them, turn back time to the moment before I had talked so that I could have another chance to save myself.
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