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[Jan. 22nd, 2009|01:14 am] |
Among the herd (so said the legend) was a pig of grave and solemn countenance, with whom the prince had a fellow-feeling -- for he too was wise -- a pig of thoughtful and reserved demeanour; an animal superior to his fellows, whose grunt was terrible, and whose bite was sharp. The young prince sighed deeply as he looked upon the countenance of the majestic swine; he thought of his royal father, and his eyes were bedewed with tears.
-- Charles Dickens |
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