"Deaf, giddy, helpless, left alone, To all my friends a burden grown; No more I hear my church’s bell Than if it rang out for my knell; At thunder now no more I start Than at the rumbling of a cart" – Jonathan Swift

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« Deaf, giddy, helpless, left alone, To all my friends a burden grown; No more I hear my church’s bell Than if it rang out for my knell; At thunder now no more I start Than at the rumbling of a cart » – Jonathan Swift