You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked b — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
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You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked best, was always mingled with a certain satisfaction at being finally done with them.

— George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
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