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"There was a pause of profound stillness, then a match flared, and Marlow’s lean face appeared, worn, hollow, with downward folds and dropped eyelids, with an aspect of concentrated attention; and as he took vigorous draws at his pipe, it seemed to retreat and advance out of the night in the regular flicker of tiny flame. The match went out." (Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness)

> People are strange
When you're a stranger,
Faces look ugly
When you're alone.
When you're in Russia,
You always choose Putin,
For streets are uneven,
If you don't.