"This is it, Clara, one of those moments. The darkest day. The blackest hour. Chin up, shoulders back, let's see what we're made of. You . . . and I."
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"This is it, Clara, one of those moments. The darkest day. The blackest hour. Chin up, shoulders back, let's see what we're made of. You . . . and I."
"Tiger, tiger, burning bright/ In the forests of the night/ What immortal hand or eye/ Could frame thy fearful symmetry?"