Good grief, yes. My mother used to guilt me into eating vegetables, by saying that there were poor, starving children in Africa and here I was throwing away perfectly good food. But it did work eventually. Thanks, Mum.
You?
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It is easy to go down into Hell;
Night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide;
But to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air –
There's the rub, the task.
– Virgil, The Aeneid (Book VI)
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