Note note 42 — THE MASTER HAND IS HERE.
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42 “Black is the beauty of the brightest day; The golden ball of Heaven’s eternal fire, That danced with glory on the silver waves, Now wants the fuel that inflamed his beams; And all for faintness and for foul disgrace, He blinds his temples with a frowning cloud, Ready to darken earth with endless night.” —II Tamburlaine, II, 5.