Haply for I am black, And have not those soft parts of conversation That chamberers have; or for I am declined Into the vale of yearsβ€”yet that’s not muchβ€” She’s gone. I am abused, and my relief Must be to loathe her. O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad And live upon the vapor of a dungeon Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others’ uses. Yet ’tis the plague of great ones; Prerogatived are they less than the base. ’Tis destiny unshunnable, like death. ✨ William Shakespeare (2000). Othello, p.140, Heinemann

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