--Admit that Byron was no good. The damned howl and scream at one another, their torture and rage intensified by the presence of beings tortured and raging like themselves. Any allusion made to his father by a fellow or by a master put his calm to rout in a moment. It was that windless hour of dawn when madness wakes and strange plants open to the light and the moth flies forth silently.
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