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Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; (I am large—I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh—I wait on the door-slab. Who has done his day’s work? Who will soonest be through with his supper? Who wishes to walk with me? Will you speak before I am gone? Will you prove already too late? The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me—he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable; I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass