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My standard reply to that one: yeah, I can't really afford it, but I can't not afford it more. And I do get a little pissed at anything that I perceive as an insinuation that I would not pay my dues or expect things to be handed to me.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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