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I was out walking with two friends—the sun began to set—suddenly the sky turned blood red—I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence—there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city—my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety—and I sensed an endless scream passing through nature. Edvard Munch, The Scream (1893)
20:44"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy." — William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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