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1 " Oh, outcast of all outcasts most abandoned! --to the earth art thou not forever dead? to its honors, to its flowers, to its golden aspirations? --and a cloud, dense, dismal, and limitless, does it not hang eternally between thy hopes and heaven? "
― Edgar Allan Poe , William Wilson
2 " You have conquered, and I yield. Yet henceforward art thou also dead - dead to the world and its hopes. In me didst thou exist - and, in my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou hast murdered thyself. "
3 " Upon mankind at large the events of very early existence rarely leave in mature age any definite impression. All is gray shadow -- a weak and irregular remembrance -- and indistinct regathering of feeble pleasures and phantasmagoric pains. With me this is not so. In childhood I must have felt with the energy of a man what I now find stamped upon memory in lines as vivid, as deep, and as durable as the exergues of the Carthaginian medals. "
4 " Let me call myself, for the present, Willam Wilson "